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Tales of a North Central Corper Part 2

Dear Readers, This is the concluding part of Tales of a North Central Corper Part 1 enjoy!!!!  It was a windy Monday morning, the 1st of June 2015. I hadn’t gone to work for almost three weeks I was feeling guilty for neglecting my students, for not rendering my service to the nation but I wasn’t looking forward to going back to work. It felt monotonous, I didn’t feel like I was making any difference, my students seemed to remain at the same spot they were when I met them. When I looked at them, their head looked like hard coconuts with no water, those types that make the loudest noise. But they are not all bad, they have this bright light in their eyes when you introduce something new, educate them about something they have never heard of, that light is gone once you are done speaking  and they go back to rapping Yoruba. I was no longer motivated to teach. My fellow corps members were tired and had cut the number of days they came to work and the hours they spent on the days they sho…

Ringing Words

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This is not a poem, I gave up poetry a long time ago. This is a jungle of words playing in my head like monkeys swinging from tree to tree. So I find myself accidentally falling again, how I get myself in these situations is beyond me, my emotions seem to be a separate entity from my brain, existing and doing what they please when it suits them.   So it is safe to say it suits them to fall again.
Every smile, I register Every accidental brush of the hand doesn’t go unnoticed Every time our eyes meet, I never want to look away
Before you start smiling uncontrollably as you read this, it is not a love whatever you choose to call it and I am not in love Or maybe I am. We would have to ask my emotions what they have decided.
Easter was a miserable time, I should have been celebrating the death and resurrection of Jesus But I spent all my time looking at my phone hoping it would ring or I would get a text And I died a little when I got a text from everyone but ‘’Deep Brown Eyes and Budding Mu…

Letters 05 (Her Version of Events 2)

Dear Readers, This is a follow up letter to Her Version of Events 1 .
Dear Friend, I don’t think I have ever told you how much I don’t like weddings. Here is why; I don’t thrive well in a crowd but that is the selfish part. I believe weddings should be small and intimate with family and loved ones whose absence you would feel if they don’t attend. I don’t appreciate how we have turned it to a rice eating event and we have neglected the importance of the day, the milestone in a person’s life that launches them into forever. All that said I was in a mood since my August vacation, I was rebuilding the walls around my heart and looking forward to going back to work, a familiar ground to help me gain balance and feel like me again. But my mum had to ruin my perfect plan and drag me to a wedding, under the guise that I need to get out more. Get this, she didn’t know the bride or the groom personally. She is a friend to the aunty of the bride and she even went ahead and bought the aso ebi for b…