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Author: olutosin-ajanaku

This Dance Is A Survival Skill For The Bees

There’s a thrift shop on Hawley Street, just before you get to Obalende. The old woman who runs the place fucks for money. She’s awful inappropriate; her clothes always riding way too high or too low, so that she’s all loose flesh, and pounds of ill-worn makeup. Her mouth is a bowl of gunk marinating in filth but the boys love her regardless.

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John Paul

John Paul was the kind of man who was slowly becoming disenchanted with the whole process called life. He realised it was quite hard to find purpose, or true meaning. He had tried, and failed severally, every time, he gave up on the existential struggle and embraces the mundane as is.

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There should be a level, higher than the others for persons like me who sit beside reading posts all day. When he leaves for mission school, he doesn’t need to take his books out of the verandah. He knows I will keep an eye on them till he returns.

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