Amara's Prism

Amara's Prism

Amara's Prism

broom sweep
punish me now
“I am sorry, I did not mean to” He stood by the door of my room pleading again “Go away please. Leave my room” I responded calmly “I was trying to...
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A simulation of Mordecai selling the idea to his niece
playing god in a human world
Intrigues, lies, deception, sexual sins, greed, jealousy, unequal yoke, gambling, treachery, hatred, subtle manoeuvring, disobedience to God’s laws, imbalance of power, hatred,...
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spinnaker base
on the road to shangisha 2
  click here for part 1 “I always have Altars commemorating my encounters with God” “Altars kwa?”  I responded “Yes.  Altars like Bible times” I...
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zinc roof
on the road to shangisha
“I vividly recall where I was when Uzoejiagaaro spoke to me about Altars. Pause. “What type of name is such a mouthful?” Please come with me. Uzo. Eji. Aga. Aro....
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nigerian idioms and preserving history
I began this series with the intent for it to;   serve as a store of cultural & historical knowledge  bring back pleasant memories of years gone by to some and teach...
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of worldviews, perspectives vs lived experiences
“What is that?” I asked her while pointing to the carton of fruits “Lychee” she said. “How does it taste? I enquired further “It is very sweet”...
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Who Do You Think You Are?
12 Feb

Who Do You Think You Are?

  “You will not believe what happened to me today” Jaki sidled up to mama “Ah child, you returned so early. What happened to your face?”  Papa asked as he noticed the welt across his face” “I hurried back as I could not get across town”.  Little Jaki replied in an angry quivering voice “What happened?” “They chased and tried beating me up so I ran away as fast as I could” “who?” “the townspeople at the marketplace” “who would dare treat my son that way?”  Papa bellowed indignantly “the painful thing was that the same people who praised me last week

the roulette master
08 Feb

the roulette master

“does he even hear?” I muttered petulantly as I envisaged myself walking away with a resigned look.  “you know he does” “does he really care?” “do you think he doesn’t?” “flipping answer the question and stop throwing it back at me.  I ask the questions here!” I screamed out in my head at the 6am dawn “why are you digging for answers you already have” my head berated “I am not even doing this with you.  Why am I engaging you when I have direct access?” “you really are enjoying this game, right?”  I threw a defiant

Those We Leave Behind
28 Jan

Those We Leave Behind

I always wondered why lions sneak up from the covers instead of up front.   They spook the unsuspecting herd, cause them to run amok then lie in wait for that one caught behind.  From a helpless flock of sheep through ala dazzle of zebras or even a tower of giraffes right to an intimidating parade of elephants the pride does not change its modus operandi – stealth. The younger me had presumed a lion was this strong and fast runner which could run for Africa. ** [a slang us Nigerians coined for exaggeration.  In this case connoting a lion as having the

lessons from a migrant
10 Jan

lessons from a migrant

Dear Reader, There was this prince who was forced to relocate from his country.     As in he was given no option but to practically abandon all and move to some foreign land.   It was no fun period for him as he was married with no child yet.    Imagine what his new wife must have felt.  Separation from her father's house into a new family and right before settling in, her crazy husband comes with this story of jettisoning all that was familiar for some uncertain future.     It was probably more painful because she had married into a comfortable