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Posts tagged with ‘Children’

  • Disguise

    By Kiah on June 15, 2017
    She has periods of quietness. They are long and unsettling. Unsettling because Sayo was never a quiet child. Of all our children, she was the noisiest. The one most like her mother, Ranti. The one I loved the most. I know parents aren’t allowed to have favorites. I know it is wrong and unfair to my three other children that […]
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  • Bridges

    By Kiah on March 9, 2017
    Our children are bridges, structures made out of love, blood, flesh, and bone, connecting us to the past, hinging us to the future. It is too early for me to be awake  so I ignore the banging on the door that connects the room to that of the children and bury my head under the covers. My daughter is one of two, […]
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  • Bari-Vule

    By Kiah on January 10, 2017
    Photo Credit- Unicef   Phew. I miss the days when I wrote like this. It wasn’t that very long ago either. Found this in my email drafts where most of my unfinished tales hide. Enjoy.   Papa told me to tell everyone to call me Mary when we got to Lagos. “But why Papa?” I asked, folding my tiny, frail body […]
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  • Jaiyejeje

    By Kiah on December 21, 2015
    “I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be your plagues; O grave, I will be your destruction: pity shall be hid from my eyes.” Hosea 13:14 The grief is total; complete in its wrecking of our bodies, souls and entire lives. We forget to eat, to sleep, […]
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  • Regret

    By Kiah on September 16, 2015
      Growing up, you were okay with almost every other emotion; pain, sadness, shame, joy…none of these had fazed you like they fazed other people. You could handle these emotions like most people couldn’t. Regret though, that is the one.  Regret is the bottle of ice cold beer that you never touched but felt tipsy after staring at it for […]
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  • The Front Door

    By Kiah on April 2, 2015
      “Bi Igbin ba fa, ikarahun a telé e.” His voice is like ice cubes on my sun drenched skin on a hot summer day. It has caught me by surprise. I didn’t think I would be hearing that voice anytime soon. But here he is, here he is… I want to ask him what the words he has just […]
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  • Little Star

    By Kiah on October 29, 2014
        When I was only an itty bitty little girl, my grandmother would wait till the stars descended upon the night sky to tell me the stories every child in our village loved her for. But the tales my grandmother told me at night, when we were alone, were different from the one she told the other children. These […]
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