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Yipee! It's a new year for us. I'm glad I still have all of you with me. We'll have such a pleasant ride together this year. Happy New year. Enjoy this new year post. Juliana Nkemdiri A lot of people refute the idea of love at first sight, I’m not one of such people. Anyway, it depends on your definition of love at first sight. You catch a glimpse of someone drifting by, probably with his folks beside him, and you expect to love the fellow at once? No way, sister. Love at first sight is what you feel the very first time you share the same space with him. His smile, his frown, his gestures, his comportment, his scent, his words, and even way down to his fart. Did you love these things instantly? Yes, I did with Butch, and I have Captain to thank. Very few people knew Butch in secondary school until he was made the dining prefect. That was one post that suited him well. Butch was steadfast with his belly demands, and his belly always demanded the school dining

Buchi Agwu Things are about to get out of hand. I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to Edisemi handling the party this year. I would’ve vetoed it and taken charge just like last year and the year before. She’s nowhere to be found and the place have taken a chaotic ambience. Life is about order, that’s why the law was established in the first place. Without order, organization, and leadership, we’d be poor animals living our lives as it comes and killing each other at the slightest provocation. Okay, forget that lecture, it’s me trying to convince you that instead of going in search of Edisemi, I’ll fix the party and see it through. First, there’s the DJ to inform to get about his duties. Music should be the first informant of any celebration. If he doesn’t know this as a DJ, he knows nothing. The bar has been adapted to the DJ stand for this occasion. There’s musical equipment decorating the place but no DJ to bring them to life. I scan the people in th

At last I won the battle with my flesh to sit my slothful ass down and get back to writing stories. I’m making you no promise to complete this story, which is going to be posted here in short episodes. I’m rather challenging myself to become useful to you, dear readers. This episode is dedicated to all of us born in December. Cheers! DAY 1 Edisemi Thompson Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birth… Fuck! “What?” The Cake lady on the other end of the line asks. “Did I just say fuck?” I ask. There’s brief laughter from her, the sound like voices from the shell of a conch. “I was trying to tell myself you didn’t say that.” “Well…” “Happy Birthday!” Temi screams, startling me from my call. I turn a scared face his way to discover he’s in a company of four. I know none of the other guys. I don’t like Temi’s persona. He’s always aims to creep me out of my mind, and he gives me this kind of stare that slices through my clothes to my