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Dear Diary

I don’t talk to dead people

Bombarded. That’s a big word. Big and heavy on the tongue. Just like the weight of it on your spirit. Being bombarded is harder to bear than being overwhelmed. The overwhelming feeling is like a tight embrace. One that you…

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Waiting for the sun to come out

I should be reborn. At the very least, I should feel reborn, this being my first creative effort after Easter. And Easter being the season of re-creation and all. But, nope. I feel pretty much the same. Many things seem…

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Life on the silver screen is appealing

I was in Lagos State, Nigeria for the Africa Magic Viewer’s Choice Awards (AMCVAS) when news of Uhuru Kenyatta’s elevation to the Kenyan Presidency was unofficially announced and celebrated by his supporters on social media. The celebratory mood that hovered…

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