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DIJA, my younger sister has always had issue with her tongue for a pretty long while or so I thought. Right from the point she started talking, she stared intently into Mama’s eyes and threw up a teethy smile screaming, “PAPA, PAPA”, even though Papa was nowhere around, Mama hated her from that moment on. She’ll only take her meals in the study room, a lonely place housing a lot of PAPA’s memories finding happiness in a name and personality that has been long forgotten. She turned 5 years when she finally realized that the strange man in every broken picture frame around the house never waved back and she felt disappointed, Somehow, she figured Mama had answers so she'll tug at her clothe from time to time saying, “Sun rise up above, sun set down below, everybody know but Papa no come house, where in go…Nobody know”. Mama’s smile is like a dying country, like a jellyfish that has forgotten its sting and each time dija asked about papa, Mama broke down like a coconut oozing...

    I know, I know guys…Our life problem started when girls started giving us useless signals like network providers leaving us to figure out which shot was meant for our heart and which well…was just for, “I’m just playing with you jurs”. See, I won’t even lie, it is normal to have feeling and a sense of freedom with a guy that you just met at the cafeteria or in your Sunday school or most appropriately, your class; I just feel you owe it to the guy to let him know when you can’t do much of anything without him, like shoot your goddamn shot, “ If he dies, he dies…All die na die ”. At that point, he is clear you are serious with him and might even grow to be fond of you as times goes on; let me put this straight, not all guys you are shooting shot for have the idea you even exist, most of the time due to first impression, you are not even his type but when you come through with, “ Hi Kunle, I like you, a lot and though I don’t know how you’re gonna take it but I jus...