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POEM: DEADPAN by Solape Adetutu Adeyemi

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  My face is always deadpan You cannot know the half of what I go through The emotions ravaging my heart The thoughts fighting in my head Fighting for expression Longing for release My face must be deadpan I cannot express the hurt inside I’ll be labelled weak ,you see I am a full blooded African woman I cannot, must not be anything but strong I’ll be cautioned ‘ To control myself!’ I must keep up with this dead pan mask For your good and mine I observe all societal niceties I smile when appropriate And frown when needed I cannot allow people to hear The very loud noises in my head I must be deadpan I must be strong The pressure threatening to submerge me Must be submerged by me No one must see it No one must know it It appears my life is great It appears I have it all But,I know I’m loosing my marbles I am going crazy But I must keep pretending I must keep being dead pan Solape Adetutu Adeyemi is a creative writer, blogger(  lifewithtutu.blogspot.com ) and poet. She has published arti
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ESSAY: LOOK AT ME IN THE FACE IF YOU LOVE ME, I'M FROM THE EAST by Nnadube Jonathan Ejiogu

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It is  common knowledge that the worldview of a particular group goes to determine the behavioral patterns of any social group. Worldview suggests how people perceive and explain their cosmology. If this is any definition to go by, one would then be committing an error to prejudge the culture of a group of people by the standards of a different cultural group. This, in no small measure,  explains the misconceptions and rift among cultural groups within a multicultural environment as Nigeria.  A critical pointification here, will define a phenomenon that has captured my attention recently : The concept of looking one in the face. The predominant ethnic groups in Nigeria are Yoruba, Igbo and Hausa, but for the sake of what drives my discourse here, my focus will ray on the Yorubas and Igbos. The aforementioned groups occupy different geographical borders; but beyond this, their distinct worldview distances them. One of such worldview, would be the phenomenon of what “looking someone in t
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PROSE: IF YOU GO by Akpadolu Chioma

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  She was cheating on him. He had known the first night he heard her whispered voice, he had seen it in her jerky motions, but he had been sceptical, not wanting to read meaning into things. Now though, he was sure. The hour met with the minute and they both kissed 12:00 yet, no sign of her.  There was the car horn. He heard Musa open the gate, and quickly hurried outside, only to stop abruptly on his tracks. His wife was leaning heavily on a young man with a belly nothing like his protruding own. The lean man who was now closer still supporting his wife was saying something, but he couldn't understand what. His gaze was fixed at his hopelessly drunk wife. In all their 23 years of marriage, it was the first time seeing her in such a state. He didn't know what to make of it. His wife now drank to stupor, kept late nights and cheated with boys that could be their son.  When the boy pushed past him to get into his house, his feet moved on their own accord. He stopped the boy, tran
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