[optin-monster-shortcode id="svinre9hu8xnvg38zcgh"]When I turned seven years old, my father built his house. It was my third year in primary school. The memory of the longest short drive was a lifetime of vision for me, though I didn’t very well understand the uncanny feeling behind the...
[optin-monster-shortcode id="svinre9hu8xnvg38zcgh"]The earliest memory of my childhood begins with tripping into a roadside gutter in front of my late grandfather’s house. The gutters in my neighborhood were never covered from the public, so they were constantly littered with all forms of rubbish you could imagine....
[optin-monster-shortcode id="svinre9hu8xnvg38zcgh"]“Your father remained in grandpa’s house. He chose to stay in a separate building from where his late dad and I lived. However, ever since your uncles died, the family history of violent accidents continued.” Grandma continued. “By 1979, less than two years later,...
[optin-monster-shortcode id="svinre9hu8xnvg38zcgh"]“The six sons fulfilled your grandfather’s wish. If only we knew the price for doing so, we could have forestalled the havoc that followed his burial. It’s such a shame you never met any of them. Is it the resemblance amongst them or the...
[optin-monster-shortcode id="svinre9hu8xnvg38zcgh"]One day, a hunter showed up at my father’s school. He wanted to speak with the principal. “I believe one of your students is living in the forest,” said the hunter. “What? In the woods?” the principal exclaimed. “No,” said the hunter. “I said ‘forest’. In fact,...
[optin-monster-shortcode id="svinre9hu8xnvg38zcgh"]“In 1977, three years before you were born, your grandfather died,” my father’s mother told me. We called my grandmother Alhaja, the revered name for Muslim women who had made the pilgrimage to Mecca. I had always hung on Alhaja’s every word, but this...
What is Life? Is it as the concordance described it, or a tangible to be numbered, counted or predicted as willed? Is life, in fact, multiple or unchangeably a matter of one chance for one life? Levity as often fetched in the absence of reasons...
When I was a child, maybe about six years of age or less, whichever, I was old enough to understand that I was particularly captivated by music, but not all kinds. It was in the mid to late 80s, and for some reason, I wasn’t...
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