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Accident and Emergency

Posted on May 9, 2022May 9, 2022 by omolaraagbaje

Let me tell you something about A&E. Every hour thereabout, an ambulance, a keke napep, a police van, or a car tears into the parking spot right at the entrance, bearing at least one person that is dangling thinly between life and death.

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Lingerie

Posted on May 25, 2021 by omolaraagbaje

Have you ever owned a piece of clothing that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe the world should fall at your feet? No?

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Conversations With The Wind.

Posted on October 6, 2020 by omolaraagbaje

…but here I was at the edge of a cliff listening to the wind trying to convince me to jump.

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Akanni

Posted on August 11, 2020 by omolaraagbaje

So I forgave that first time; and the second time. And several times after that because when it came down to it, you were still mine.

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Cherry Wine (3)

Posted on June 8, 2020 by omolaraagbaje

I went to the living room and turned on the stereo, hoping to drown out the ringing in my head with music. Nina Simone’s Black is the colour of my true love’s hair came on, and I guess you can say it made for a great soundtrack.

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Cherry Wine (2)

Posted on June 1, 2020 by omolaraagbaje

To everyone else, we were the perfect couple, and for the most part, we were. I retrospect, however, I don’t think that’s why I stayed.

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Cherry Wine (1)

Posted on May 21, 2020 by omolaraagbaje

“It was a lot of blood, the pictures are very graphic.” He says grimly, making me realize I had whispered some words out…

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ART

Posted on February 24, 2020 by omolaraagbaje

Art is magic. Not the bibity babity boo kind, or the wingardium Leviosa kind…

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The One That Got Away

Posted on February 14, 2020February 2, 2022 by omolaraagbaje

Shit! shit! shit! I didn’t have to check my wrist watch to know that I would be late for work. As it is, I had already missed the 7:30 shuttle. Yep, I am royally screwed. Running my hand through my already- dishevelled- formerly-impeccable Wednesday morning hair, I let out my breath slowly to calm myself…

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This is not a Love Letter

Posted on January 31, 2020 by omolaraagbaje

If this was a love letter, I’ll tell you how I think you are a fallen star…

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