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III

Posted on September 30, 2017January 20, 2018 by Illino in Slave Girl

The dark cold night Whispers as a cruel man Crawls into her How frightened, How scared she is As her value is taken   By a selfish, old rag.   Her cries, her screams, Her tears drizzle down her slim, bony, face Like cold water running drown a stream Just after swift, but heavy rainfall. … Continue reading III →

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Egwu Ke- Angel C. Nduka-Nwosu

Posted on September 23, 2017December 28, 2017 by Illino in Journals, Public Journal

The Igbo say "E gbuo dike n'ogu ulo, ha ga-echeta ya n'agha buru ibu" If a warrior is killed In a local fight He would be remembered When a big war comes As I write There is a python dance Happening in Umiahia Where the python Seeks to dance away The normal course of history … Continue reading Egwu Ke- Angel C. Nduka-Nwosu →

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EPISODE II

Posted on September 16, 2017March 17, 2018 by Illino in Exhibit A

Chidera had innately nursed the idea that her roommate was related to the gods. Maybe Beth was indeed a goddess. Chidera recalled their first month together in their overpriced apartment. The taps leaked, and the corridors were so narrow, she had often brushed her shoulders against the roughly painted walls. It was dark. The rats … Continue reading EPISODE II →

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EPISODE I

Posted on September 9, 2017March 17, 2018 by Illino in Exhibit A

It was the sun’s day. The elements cringed, as did the people. Many young men diligently pumped their bicycles down the tarred roads. They all had a large cooler of ice-cream sitting on the face of the bicycle, from which they flung their products into the hands of ravenous children. The children smiled as their … Continue reading EPISODE I →

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II

Posted on September 2, 2017January 20, 2018 by Illino in Slave Girl

Shadows pasted on my wall Noises scurry down the hall I won't be frightened when they call, This life doesn't frighten me at all.   Like mutts we bark aloud, Pray onto Heaven, knocking on the cloud, "Gods be not humble, do us proud."   This life doesn't frighten me at all.   Remember that … Continue reading II →

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