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She is staring at the woman in front of her. Her face is a rainbow of mottled blue and purple.

She is spotting a black swollen eye that feels painful to look out.

Amaka rotates her neck and the woman does the same.

She touches her face as the woman in the mirror does the same.

The woman staring back with a blackish purple eye the vivid hue of those native pears, ube, is her.
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Last night Dayo had flown into one of his customary rages and punched her in the face.

The argument was a harmless one or had at least started off as one until he snapped and proceeded to pummel her like a pugilist in a KO match.

Then after his fit had ended,he had come back to beg and enclose her in his arms.

She had wept in his arms while he had stroked her hair and promised for the umpteenth time he wouldn’t do it, he was sorry, he wouldn’t hurt her again.

He had gently tended to the bruises he had inflicted himself and drawn a hot bubble bath for her.

This morning he had continued in the role of perfect husband and brought her breakfast in bed, with a side of painkillers. He had stroked her sore face tenderly and promised never to lay a finger on her again. 

She had lain in bed long after he left, fingering the lank strands of her braids, remembering that this wasn’t the first time he had made this promise.

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Now he is off to work while she hides inside, like a vampire afraid of the sun. 

She doesn’t want the prying pitiful looks the neighbours will give her and the stammering excuses she will have to give them.

She stands up and winces as she attempts to stretch her sore joints.

She has to use the toilet and hobbles painfully to the Italian tiled room with its antique shower head and clawed foot bathtub.

 Her husband has always liked luxurious living.

She washes her hands when she is done and stares at her reflection in the mirror for a moment.

She touches her bruised face and winces.

Suddenly she is fed up of this…this craziness.

Amaka looks back at the woman in the mirror, touches her swollen eye and split lip and makes a decision.

She opens her wardrobe and searches for the burgundy handbag she took to church last Sunday.

Last Sunday was thanksgiving and Dayo had insisted on their attending the service ,even though his fists had met her face the night before after a drinking bout with his friends.

She had woken up early to prepare and don the mask of makeup required to hide her bruises.

She had tried her best but some bruises stubbornly refused to be hidden. Subsequently, she had worn a big hat and kept her face down during the service.

The woman in the navy blue suit, the one with the puffed up shoulders, the kind she and her sisters had often sniggered at, calling them “choir mistress suits“, kept on staring at her during the service. She had stared until Amaka began to feel uncomfortable and pulled her hat down lower.

After the service, when Amaka had rushed to relieve her bladder, the woman had waited for her outside the restroom.

Amaka had started walking away when the woman tapped her. She turned and the woman had smiled kindly at her before stuffing a pamphlet and complimentary card into her hand.

Before Amaka could ask her anything, she turned away and melted into the crowd milling around the front doors of the church.

Amaka didn’t read the pamphlet that day or even the next.

She had forgotten about it until Wednesday when she stumbled upon it when she opened the bag to pay for her groceries at the supermarket.

She had read the pamphlet in the car before driving home. It was for a NGO advocating against domestic violence. The woman in the navy suit was it’s director apparently. The NGO’s website was listed and when she got home,she had immediately looked it up.

She had read stories of women like her who had suffered violence in their relationships silently and had finally spoken up and left such abusive relationships. The NGO had aided these women by way of counselling, rehabilitation and providing legal services for those who required it. The director’s number was listed on the complimentary card and Amaka had stared at it for a long time, toying with the idea of dialling the number before dropping the card back in her bag.

Today, there was no debate as to calling the NGO.

This camel’s back has already been broken by the final straw.

She reaches into the bag and takes the card out. 

With suddenly shaky fingers, she dials the number.

The call is picked and a warm female voice says softly :” Hello”

With her breath catching in her throat, she begins to speak.
Written by Miracle Eme

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MY FAVOURITE IG PAGES

I get that as law students we barely have enough time to read, talkless of social media. But breathe, live a little and check these out. 


1. Humans of New York

@humansofny

My favourite thing about Humans Of New York has to be the unpredictable, random nature of the stories and photographs. I love that its clearly unorchestrated. The stories are amazing. From the series to the everyday stories, if you don’t learn a thing or two, then you’re absolutely unteachable.


2. Grandpa Chan

@drawings_for_my_grandchildren

I stumbled upon this one. His bio says, ’75 yr o grandpa living in Brazil but don’t let that fool you’. This is one of the most brilliant timelines I’ve ever seen. I don’t like K-movies or any form of Korean anything much, maybe just K food. But, I love this. Absolutely love. I want to be him when I’m seventy five.

3. Huda Kattan 

@hudabeauty

I can’t draw my eyebrows properly. I always have issues wearing matte lipstick. Yet, I love Huda Kattan and her Instagram account. The relatable nature is number one, for me. Huda has the best memes! The best comments! The best tips! The best videos! Simply the best everything! With millions of followers, a family, a huge business, Huda even likes comments! I’m proof of that. I don’t even like make-up but I love Huda. If that doesn’t convince you, I don’t know what will.

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Posted by on August 25, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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9 MOST IRRITATING THINGS DONE BY MOST NIGERIANS

1) SKIPPING THE TOP AND BOTTOM OF THE SLICED LOAF OF BREAD: okay lemme explain why this irritates me personally, if it was the whole loaf bread (agege bread) in our home my brothers would eat it all and atimes they resort to even begging for my share (which I don’t occasionally give) but if you buy sliced bread they would skip the first and last slice pretending as if it has been reserved for the invisible spirit at home. On the plus side the rats at home are always happy to see the two ignored slice of bread.

2) YOUR MUM’S FRIEND INSIST YOU CALL THEM MUMMY: some even go as far as adding big mummy to the title. It irks me .I know my mum, her name is the only one on  my birth  certificate, the lady in question might not even  have attended  your naming ceremony, you aren’t even my mum’s relative, so why would you tell me to address you as big mummy when you are not even a distant relative. I don’t understand the big deal in simply addressing you as Mrs. Lagbaja (do so at your risk shaa slaps are still in existence)

3) ASO-EBI: all I know is my mum has bought enough aso ebi to feed a little country. The most irritating part is that she considers them an investment (without any legal binding contract) so when it’s our turn also they would buy, no offense so some of these fabrics are so ugly and uncomfortable, I remember a particular one that itched her skin so much she didn’t make it past the door before stripping the spongy lace off.

4) TRIBALISM: it exists fully. My Ibo friends are mostly discussed about as lacking respect. I the Yoruba one isn’t also denied the usual conversation line of “that’s how Yoruba people behave”. The Hausa man is now tagged as a terrorist or dirty aboki, the Ibos don’t pay house rents and debts, the Yoruba are gossips and cheats. The fact that our parent contribute to this notion is not also helpful, then most people come to unilag with one big wrong cultural misconception against the poor Yoruba or Igbo roommate.

5)ATTITUDE TOWARDS DATING: your parent raise you in such a way that you even know the idea of having a relationship that is public knowledge to them before you are 21 is a suicide mission but when you are almost 22 they start singing wedding to you as if you have been allowed to date since 16. Please wait mummy and daddy what is the website for instant husband and wife or will it be delivered by cargo or can I get one sent through flash share?

6) THE WAY THEY EXAGERRATE YOUR GROWTH: apparently the last time some of them saw you the only things that mattered to you were Mr. GoodyGoody, Caparison and Speedy biscuit, of course I would have grown, it is nature it’s not magic stop acting as if it happened overnight or start observing me like a specimen and finally please do not ask me if I still remember you to avoid gross disappointment.

7) POOR DESCRIPTION: they call, you respond, they send you on an errand that even Google search would find hard to deliver, this situation there are two things involved scenario one: you go and return to be sent back to get another thing that was forgotten in the first errand. While scenario two you go and return empty handed then they go and they find it somewhere that was excluded in the description of the first errand sent and guess what???? You get blamed for not finding the item in question!

8) PRICING: so your mum spends close to thirty minutes pricing something from 10 naira to two naira and when the buyer finally agrees, your mum then informs him that she has only 1 naira. You are doomed if you complain that you are tired and she should just pay up, the best thing to do here is just mutter a silent prayer that the bargain is fast.

9)ACCENTS: I don’t mind if you have adopted a foreign accent but I would mind if you haven’t decided if the accent you speak in is American ,British or Ghanaian. Furthermore, please make sure you speak in that accent all through the duration of our conversation if not you would just be providing me with hot gist later with my babes
Written by Dolapo Omotoso

 
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Posted by on August 25, 2017 in Barely Legal

 

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THE FIFTEEN MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELORS IN THE FACULTY – ASUU STRIKE EDITION

Pause! If you are a Law student, at this moment two things are certain:

1) You are wondering if the Faculty of Law is truly on strike along with the University of Lagos.

2) You are consumed with one of three things…  65percent attendance, sarahah.com or Law Dinner, if not all three.

Which brings us to this article that you will spend the next fifteen minutes to carefully read, and then proceed to let your feelings known in the comments section.

What you need to know beforehand is, this list was extensively and thoroughly researched (cos you’re paying us salary yeah?), and it is almost absolutely free of all possible bias. Almost!

This yearly list is one of the few things more anxiously anticipated than the next Game of  Thrones episode in the Faculty of Law and on this wet, calm, striking day in August 2017, we present those we see fit as the Faculty’s best.

If you are of the opinion that your name should be on this list…sorry about that. Kindly send us an email of complaint stating your objections and reasons you should be included to lssnerd@gmail.com. 

Everyone else please relax, grab a bottle of that 100naira scam sold by Cocacola, read, enjoy, comment and share.

Without further fuss, from the Year one class and going up, we present…
SOGO GBARADA – Class of ’21

 

Not sure if the right word here  is ‘nerd’  or  ‘weird’.   Sogo  is a different kind of nerd…too weird, even for nerd standards. This should tell the single ladies and other cougars in the house something. If his height manages NOT to intimidate you, and his equally weird music taste is something you can live with (plus, you manage to bypass competition that rhymes with  Joke ), you’re good to go.


OLUWASEUN FADIPE – Class of ’20

Seun is (un)arguably one of his class’ finest. Seun is 6ft tall, quite buff and a beginning but proud member of le Beard Gang! This dark young man has a very tight clique of friends, and he just so happens to be permanently single (along with the entire clique apparently). So be careful ladies, you know what they say about guys in cliques yeah?


ADEBAMIDE AYENI – Class of ’20

Now, this beau has truly got it all. From the looks, to the walk and the talk. The boy is not just fine, he actually has sense too. This is a rarity for most of them, all subs intended. He’s a DJ and actually has legit gigs to his name.

Ps – he rocks a mean flower crown Snapchat filter. And yes, he’s single. So jump in if you dare.
ROBERT ODU – Class of ’19

The Sport god. Hot, super sexy, athletic Robert with the body you just want to…And that smile. It can safely be said that Robert is currently the best sportsman in the Faculty. This dude equally blazed a path into the hearts of the ladies.

Caveat: dating status? Unknown.

Ps – Robert if you ever stumble on this, do all the females a favor, never wear long sleeves to class.
POJU – Class of ’19

The Gentle Giant. Last name unknown. Poju is always around to help. Tall, dark, cute, deep voiced, buff…Poju is ALWAYS around to help. A very reliable guy and good graphic designer that keeps to his close circle of friends and minds his business. Y’all really need to see this boy in jeans, thank god he never wears black and white.
LENNY – Class of ’19

Lenny is a cute, lightskinned, nerd glasses, white chocolate looking member of the class of ’19. Lenny, a defender for his class football team, has an attitude and swagger to still make good boys look super boring. He is famous for his attitude on the pitch. #RedCardGang.


POLOORE JAYEOBA – Class of ’18

Now, this is the one your parents warned you about. The one with the disarming smile and accent from heaven and dayuuum! there’s just something about those eyes.

Caveat: this brother allegedly has a long rap sheet, and he’s on a streak. Just like James Bond,  he only wants the flesh, nothing more. This boxed up omo pastor can smooth talk you into eating the forbidden fruit, if care is not taken. But then, some of you want that particular fruit so…
IFEOLUWA KOLAWOLE – Class of ’18

This guy is so under the radar that not many people notice his beauty. He sings and lord! does he sing well. He’s fine, his skin glows…but before we get further distracted, the main point is that he’s single. We rest our case.
MICHAEL FALEYE – Class of ’18

Mr Senate President. Black boy of the Federal Republic of the LSS. Michael is finer than a summer day and has a smile that opens up the taps. Rumor has it that what this guy lacks in height, he fully makes up for in…other areas. His ‘ashewo mode’ seems to have been activated this year as he’s allegedly putting girls in body bags left, right and center. Mikollo as he is fondly called is a member of his class football team. Wait member? Lol yes, member.


UTHMAN ABDULLAH – Class of ’18

Uthman is no doubt a handsomely moulded work of art. Looks? Height? He’s got it all. Although his afro is definitely what stands him out the most. That thing costs a fortune to maintain. Apparently, he possesses a dark side too as we hear he has a roster of his ‘dealings’. He does not need your love, just you. He is also definitely on the market, so why not just trap him at the Law Dinner with that extra cleavage revealing outfit?


VICTORY ABANG – Class of ’17

What is a bachelor’s list without this fine male specimen? Tall, light skinned, great hairline, no potbelly…the fulfilment of every girl’s dreams. Abang is a former HOC of the Justice Kayode-Eso Chambers. Ladies please be careful around him, lest a particular female feel threatened. You have been warned.
YOMI OGUNDARE – Class of ’17

Or  Rolake as he is fondly called, whichever you prefer. Sweet, sensitive, kind, easy on the eyes…Yomi! Don’t let your eyes linger too long though, unless you believe that having a girlfriend is no barrier to true love. In which case you have our best wishes.
ILEMOBADE OLATERU-OLAGBEGI – Class of ’17

The name speaks for itself, need we say more? President of the Maritime Forum, University of Lagos, focused, hardworking and with two very cute dimples. We are certain you are not the only one with a crush on this guy, we love him too. He just might be perfect.
RAHMAN APALARA – Class of ’17

Rahman of the Mooting Society. Rahman with the nerdy glasses. Rahman with the looks and intellect of Sheldon Cooper. This bright, confident, soft spoken young man is the future. So ladies, now is the time to start planning your future kids. Wouldn’t you want a Rahmy junior running about in a couple of years?
BAFEWA SANNI – Class of ’17

Bafewa Sanni has probably made every eligible bachelors list since he entered the Faculty. Bafewa Sanni will probably make every eligible bachelors list until he retires. Tall, fine, tall, dark skinned, tall, rich, tall, model, tall! Bafewa is always served hot and ready to go. So ladies, if you think you’ve got the appetite for this spicy dish, Please shoot your shot. Time is not on your side.

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So there you have it folks, our ASUU strike edition of the Eligible Bachelors list. And ladies, the very dope part is, we have it on good authority that majority of these fine ass gentlemen will be at the Law Dinner tomorrow. Therefore, the only relevant question now is… where will you be?

#EligibleBachelors2017

#LawDinner2017

#FashionPoliceTomorrow

#etcetera


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Posted by on August 17, 2017 in From Us

 

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ELECTION SERIES – VOX POPULI: WHO THE CAP FITS

Hello beautiful people of the prestigious faculty of law. How y’all doing? It’s that time of the year again. Yep. The time one knows the other’s ‘true colour.’ The time friends become ‘slys’ or ‘slies’ whichever way it’s spelt. The time bcs of all sorts roll in; head bursting bcs that will make you wonder what you’re even doing with your life (“see what my mates are doing”). The time dirty linens are washed in public; that thing about someone you never esperred will just spring out from somewhere or nowhere because he/she is contesting for a particular post and y’all do not want him/her to win. So y’all play dirty politics. It’s the faculty elections. Different people have declared their intentions to contest for (and win) various executive positions in the LSS. They have all drafted beautiful plans that will be executed (if they do win). Plans like… well, come for the Manifesto at the Law Annex on Tuesday the 8th of August, 2017.

This post echoes your opinions of the students of the faculty, who they do want to fill the vacuum (oh okay it’s not empty) of the seat of the LSS President. This is basically a vox pop on who y’all think the cap fits. A specific number of students were sampled from each class and this is what y’all had to say:

Alliyu Faruq. I believe he has more charisma and a better sense of responsibility.” –El chapo.

Boye. I do not know why sha. I just feel like he really wants to serve and he has been serving since like day one. And he has convinced me. I know what he is capable of. I just feel like he is the right man for the job. I do not really know what the other guy is up to and I feel like Boye seems quite independent. He is the man behind his vision. But this other guy I just feel like he has some people that are pushing him. That is my opinion o. He does not look like someone that has his own stand. He looks like someone that people are just telling what to do. Boye seems more on his own. He has his own plans. He is already even trying to push the other candidates, telling them that they should be ready to work if they win. And I can see the drive and energy. He is mobile and he has been trying for these people since year one.” –Dapo.

I don’t even know who to support. Maybe after the manifesto.” -Yinka.

Faruq. He has a lot to offer. His intentions are in line with the pressing issues of the LSS.” -Cendy.

Boye. Because I like him more than I like Faruq.  –Tron.

Both of them do not have sense. Can another person just run? It would have been better if another person should just run. They are both flawed, so we are just trying to pick the most un-flawed. It’s just like, which one is not as rotten as the other? They are both rotten eggs. It is like picking between HIV and Ebola. You have no choice you have to pick one. You’ll still die; you just have to pick the one that does not kill faster.” -Devil’s advocate.

Faruq. I believe in his plans and manner of approach.” -LSS best player

“I am not really interested because I am not feeling any of them. So when manifesto comes, I’ll decide. But right now, I really do not know. –Funmi.

Alliyu Faruq. Because he does not undermine his opponent to boost himself in campaigns, and he has really good plans for the LSS.” –Unscripted writer.

Definitely rebirth. Everyone is definitely alive; don’t tell us to come alive. But what will be reborn out of the ashes we find ourselves in presently. So I’m for rebirth. I’m for Boye.” -The Joker.

As much as I am not really impressed by the two candidates that are coming from class of ’18, I feel Boye is somebody that is a goal getter, and therefore would not be influenced by the people around him. I also feel he knows a lot of important people, and that will help in pooling resources together. I like the fact that he is radical, and the best president LSS has had is Cornel because of how radical he was. Apparently, I am on Faruq’s campaign group chat. I just agreed because I didn’t want him to waste my time convincing me, because I know he couldn’t.” –Princewill.

I would prefer Alliyu Faruq, even though his campaign and socialization shit is nothing to write home about. My preference for Alliyu is due to his personality presentability, his responsibility and no image tarnishing report so far.” –J.

Faruq. His plans  are achievable within the 10 months he has in office and he has what it takes to fare well.” –Conte.

I’ll go for rebirth because I want a president and not some presidents.” –A.

Alliyu Faruq. He has good and practical plans for the LSS.” –John.

Alliyu Faruq. Going by his pedigree and past feats, he has shown and proven to be a reliable and intuitive leader. His blueprint for his Presidentil race is in itself the most feasible and achievable and not some blue sky thinking and ideas of the other quarters.” –Achebe.

THE ABOVE RESPONSES WERE POSTED EXACTLY AS RECEIVED.

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Posted by on August 7, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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ELECTION SERIES: THE ADO OF THE LSS PRESIDENTIAL RACE

​”It is during elections that strangers suddenly start getting all familiar”-Anon.

  Hi there, it’s Ignis. I’m here to talk to you about the upcoming LSS Presidential elections. I’m sure we’ve all seen BCs and been approached either by the men in black themselves, or their proxy campaigners. Well, honestly don’t see why all this fuss. I mean, in this recession, someone will spend money doing banner for election he might probably not win. Hian. Anyways, I guess the courage to even come out to contest should be applauded. I mean, we all know how hard it is, to stand in front of a law crowd and declare your intention to do anything. So, well done, I guess. But, ehm, why exactly are these guys interested in occupying that presidential seat I wonder? Do they really intend to make good on their “plans” and “dreams” for the LSS?…. ..of course we know that’s all sweet talking. 

   Let’s talk about the candidates shall we? On the one hand, we’ve got a man who’s served in the Justice Kayode Eso Student Chambers, the Association of Muslim Law Students, The Tax Club, The Law Society Trust Fund Committee, and Faculty of Law Electoral Committee, and who thinks that this qualifies him to make the LSS alive again. Low key, this guy just called us all dead guys. Moving on, I heard someone say that this candidate has that communicative and oratory advantage, and he probably hopes to use that at the manifesto to convince the lot of you. But then, Hilary Clinton possessed this too, and she was floored in a landslide loss of votes. I have learnt that the presidential baton doesn’t always fall in the orator’s hand, and a man of words is not necessarily a man of the people- matter of fact, a man of words is to be feared. So, the fact that this man seems to be talking up and down doesn’t guarantee anything. We know people would say anything in a campaign. And might I add, it is one thing to be alive and another thing to be alive and well. Well, I don’t quite have much of a backstory on this guy and I think that tells you something. But a certain president won the seat without even serving in any faculty capacity, so maybe he just might win the seat. I just hope that whatever happens at the end of it all, this our guy makes it out alive. Win or no win. 

   Now let’s talk about the one who’s been relatively quite quiet as per campaigning, leaving us all in suspenseful anticipation of what his plans might be. Now, we know that when it comes to politics, this guy, no, man (he’s not your mate oh) has got (a non academic equivalent of) a PhD. He’s used to winning with landslides and sometimes not even being opposed. He’s been repping his class for as long a time as time itself and this seems to be sufficient to say that a person with such acumen as this would be able to serve in a capacity such as the office of the LSS President, but then,…..elections will not be one on what “seems” but on what “is“. And do you know what this man is? He is ambitious (however quietly so), more so to graduate as the president of the faculty than to graduate. This is someone who won’t take a “no” and this poses both advantages and disadvantages, but that’ll not be my business. He is someone who, though isn’t as “out there” as his rival, has the backing of some of the powers that be because he’s known to be quite friendly with the influencers of affairs of the faculty. He’s not someone who needs twelve different BCs, or who needs to talk much, in fact, he doesn’t want to talk, because he’s doing some underground paroles that y’all are oblivious to. He has been working smart more than he has been working hard. He has the backing of all the class reps from bottom to top and by extension, the majority support in the faculty. But, I’ll have you know that “support” and “backing” does not in political dictionaries, translate to “votes“. A classic example is when some of your parents supported a certain presidential candidate in the US last November, but could not, and did not vote. Anyways, I’m not here to campaign on anyone’s behalf, nor am I here to ruin someone’s campaign. This is only an analysis.

  I will leave you with this: A poor beggar at the road side, or a lunatic displaying lunacy, is obviously very much alive, and breathing air. But would you call that much of a life? And by the way, there was a rebirth from PDP to APC, but, any #change?? You and I know the answer to that.

    By the way, you Nigerians that are shouting “Neymar this, Neymar that”, shey you know he doesn’t care, and he just got richer. You’re here taking surgery for someone’s injury. Hian.
Mayowa Akinyemi,

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Posted by on August 7, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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A SMOKY TALE

I am dozing on my bed this hot afternoon,halfway to the land of sleep, when I hear one of the cleaners yell. She has a loud speaking voice normally but her yells,my goodness,are of the earsplitting sort.

I turn to the other side of my bed and wonder who or what wants to cause this hearing loss for all of us.

She yells again and I decipher the word she is yelling.

She is yelling:”Baba!”

Now, I’m wondering who this Baba is and why his name is being yelled.

She yells again in Yoruba that he shouldn’t kill us.

At this stage,I’m wondering fuzzily, if I remembered to lock the door after my roomie left.

There is a bout of silence and I heave a sigh of relief. I turn again and continue my nap.

Then she continues,screaming at the unseen Baba,asking him if he wants to ruin people’s clothes.

That gets my attention and I open my eyes,fully alert.

Today is Saturday and the clothing lines in the backyard are full of clothes in varying colours and sizes spread out or hung up.

I happen to be one of the people whose clothing is spread out on that line by the dint of hard work,being that I woke up early,8am precisely( Yes. 8am on a Saturday is early for me), to wash and spread them.

She yells again and I sit up fuzzily.

As I rub my bleary eyes ,I smell the smoke.Warning bells go off in my head.

The man who has a plot at the back of our building farms it and occasionally he indulges in bush burning to our detriment.

I mean,isn’t bush burning in residential areas illegal? If it isn’t,it should be.Without any apology to his neighbours too!

I peep out my window and see the spirals of smoke and ashes descending upon the backyard and our hard washed clothes.All traces of sleep vanish from my eyes instantly.

I hear doors opening and people shouting in outrage at the sight of the unwelcome smoke spiraling over the fence.

The cleaner is still yelling and cursing as she packs away the clothes she spread out this morning. She has a murderous glare on her face as she stuffs the clothes into a large basin.

She keeps on cursing as the smoke spirals down. 

I feel the tickle of laughter in my throat and am tempted to laugh. I really am.That is, until I realize I have clothes outside too.

Snapping back to attention,I put on my slippers to go and rescue my clothes,before they start smelling like those of  an “asun” seller.( Not that they smell particularly unpleasant or anything)

Like grasscutters being smoked out of their lair ,we rush out with one quest in mind: rescue your clothes.
Written by Miracle Eme

 
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Posted by on July 31, 2017 in Literature/Writing

 

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