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During the school year, you put up with my weird roommate. We slept on a sleeper-sofa mattress in a three-room house, two steps from the ghetto. You helped me when that roommate turned dangerous-crazy and stole a gun from his mother, along with a ton of my things. You helped me negotiate the police. I slept at your place from then on and it felt weird, being a graduate student living in undergrad housing. I didn't like it. Sometime in there, I just decided I wanted to f*ck other people without an encumbrance. I broke up with you at the outdoor table of the local artsy bar. I didn't stop loving you. I never stopped loving you, I just decided not to show it. My heart clenched as you walked away. My friends rallied against me. You told them to be nice. I cried. I never stopped loving you, but as I eventually dated my husband , the love started to fade into dear friendship. We stayed away from each other for a while. But then you were gracious enough to take me back,...

Compact in lecture halls like sardines in tins. Contrast on seats like apostrophes and glue Like consonant clusters in classrooms. But get punctuated with hyphens and dashes – in exam halls. The rank shifted groups that function below their potentials. Wishing they were lawyers; they attend class in black and White with no wigs. A life of stress can't change the Tone of their sentences. We all want to be Independent like alpha clauses. We run From one lecture halls to another like Enjambments. The schwas that learn to Adapt in many phonemes. We analyze Subjects and objects forgetting that we are The predicator of our lives. We are synonyms in the Same auditorium. Frantic race via doors like Uncountable nouns of Trojan troops. Fill the halls To the edges like prefixes and suffixes. Auditoria compress us into smaller f...

  Oludiran Olusola. Nigeria without doubt is the most populated country in Africa continent with fastest growing economy,  the home land of many powerful and influential people in the continent,  the country flowing with honey and milk,  blessed with enough mineral resources to cater for herself and some neighbouring countries without any fisticuffs as everything is endowed with the great nation. This is the country by which her independence was selflessly fought for by the heroes in the past in order to have an attractive generation to succeed them. Arguably, the country has rewritten lots of history in this age different from the legacy passed by the pioneer father's of the country especially when judging the current state of Nigerian children's education in  this 21st century in the country , a lots of unexpected mishaps have befallen the educational sector which are affecting the children due to  primitive and babaric mentality with high negligence ...

         Written by Dosunmu Omolade You were the nicest person in the world. People say that about others but when it comes to you, there's a general consensus it's true: You were the nicest person in the entire world . You were so good. You were a saint. At first, I got a rush off it. I was proud: the sweetest person in the world, and he picked me to date. I was the chosen one, the special one. I stood in your glow. I must be good and kind, so good and kind to date you , people thought. At least, I imagined them thinking. We met in class. Then we got into politics together. A heady rush to organize teach-ins and talk to the media. You always pointed them to me, because you were sweet and you knew that deep down I was an attention whore . You were a master at pegging people's faults and loving them despite it. You loved me for being an attention whore, an ADHD depressive, and kind of a slut. The night before the big protest, we sat in your r...