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With My Korokoro Eyes VI

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‘I know who it is….’ a masculine voice answered from behind them. A masculine voice that Mide heard this afternoon. A masculine voice deep down inside he was afraid of. What had he gotten himself into? He thought to himself as fear replaced pity. In horror he opened his eyes. What kind of dream was […]

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With My Korokoro Eyes V

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Blackness. Lack of feeling. Then brightness. Too much feeling. Suddenly. So many people. Jeers and taunts. Laughter. Pain. More pain. Questions after questions that he couldn’t and didn’t answer. Never the right answers…Chains. Blood, dripping blood, dripping from the whip. No food. Starving, starving, starving… Dirty water. Confinement. No light. Hitting, slapping, pushing and shoving. […]

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With My Korokoro Eyes IV

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“We can’t tell the King that,” the head of the servants told the already crying maid. “Search all the quarters and chambers, every nook and cranny and report back to me. Now!” he commanded. He paced from left to right. ‘What could have gone wrong?’ He thought to himself. He stood there waiting for the […]

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With My Korokoro Eyes III

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Mide walked around quietly the whole day. He carried out his chores without as much as a word to anyone. The events of the day had his whole head heavy with thoughts. He didn’t know who to confide in. Olokpa Chapman’s arrival in town should give him some comfort but it really didn’t. Baba Soji […]

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With My Korokoro Eyes II

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The motorcycle stand hit the red sand harshly causing a cloud of dust to rise. He came down and packed the ewedu leaves and basket of tomatoes he had bought. As he struggled to carry it, he nearly tripped. “Olokpa Chapman, Olokpa Chapman!” He heard children shout his name. “Let me help you”, the first […]

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With My Korokoro Eyes

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Dear Olokpa Chapman,       I must tell you this on time because I fear that what I witnessed may cost my life. I saw Baba Soji burn down Mr Tanko’s warehouse. I am very certain it was him. I know you must be thinking I am mistaken but I am not. This fila […]