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Grim

" There was something almost beautiful about the white ribbons tied to stakes as they fluttered in the wind; some sitting amid a sea of golden sand, others poking from clusters of yellow and dull-green wild grasses.

But then you saw that these were the most macabre of markings, each one representing the final landing place for hundreds of human beings slaughtered in the sky for this is the grimmest of graveyards. Here on the gentle rolling hills of eastern basra in iraq, beside an abandoned Shiite-era poultry farm, lay the innocent people whose lives were extinguished so suddenly in an explosion at 33,000 feet on a monday afternoon



It had been a long and slow day,nothing spectacular happened,the day just drifted slowly till evening when after preparing dinner,I set the table thereafter I sat in my favourite couch,drafting the next episode of kuwda while my brothers howler,jumping all over the place playing a game of football on playstation...


...Mom's car horn blared from the gate and soon after screeched to a halt in the compound,she jumped out and quickly dashed into the house and towards the toilet,saying she was so pressed and that Hamz and i should go and bring in the yams she bought from the car boot



"I came across a little girl, maybe four or five, her uncovered corpse in its cute red top and a jalababa beside some bushes,nearby was a pink and white stuffed toy bear, a big smile stuck incongruously on its felt face, alongside a Winnie the Pooh.

Ramadan

It's exactly one week to the commencement of fasting and am feeling jittery,unlike my heavily built brothers,am slim and once the fasting starts,I would only reduce to an american size zero,it bothered me, (God forgive me)when I hear jingles and infomercials on television and on radio announcing the arrival of the holy month,it bothered me even more when an excited mom announced to me that we go stock up on food supplies before prices of food stuff skyrocket in the market

Since we would be buying food stuffs in bulk and heavy lifting is required,that's what we have muscle buffs in the house for,so my brothers slipped on their tank tops and I did same,ready to get into the car with mom and onwards to the market

"Maj..what's this you wearing?" Hamz asked,looking at me rather icily

"What does it look like dummy? Something like what you wearing" I retorted

First impressions

Standing in front of the imposing edifice of Standex enterprises,i let out a petrified exhale,pulling nervously at my tie,whispering a silent prayer to God to help me scale through the interview successfully...yeah! I came for an interview

Two weeks back,my friend tuby sent me a link to a job vacancy at this blue chip company with headquarters in abuja, I'd hesitatingly clicked it after much pressure from my friend because I didn't think I stood a chance clinching the slot

"My cv isn't rich enough" I moaned "not when there are candidates out there with such impressive cvs,extra-curricular slash internship slash masters slash everything cool that would make you cringe on sight" I said heaving a sigh

"Just go ok! There's no harm in trying" he urged me,I nodded,telling him I will but knowing in my mind that I won't but somehow he gets to know if I haven't done what he wants me to do,he backs me into a corner and gets me to agree to swear with the name of God that I have done what he asked and he knows I don't joke with God,so I would confess I haven't,so remembering that,I decided to click the link and submit my cv

"They most probably won't call me anyway" I concluded,so I sent in my application letter and attached my cv without any hope of a response.

As the queen bee looses her eggs

"I need a very chilled bottle of water majeed...do you think you can get the lady over there to give you a bottle?"

Mom demanded earnestly,pointing towards a well dressed lady dragging a sack of chilled bottled water along, fanning herself with her hand then craning her neck across the table towards me,trying to get her voice above the loud blasts of music coming from massive speakers in the hall where the reception between aunty ibukun and her hubby was taking place

"Am seriously parched" she shouted

Aunty ibukun is the daughter of one of our neighbors,chief ogundayo and his wife who are far along already in age,aunty ibukun is one of mom's friends in the street,this happened when she started to coach me and Hamz at home some years back after her youth service corp as mom's busy schedule doesn't allow her to mix much with people on the street but we have high regards for the ogundayos and though she's marrying quite late since she finished her service and most of her younger siblings are already married,we were all glad she was finally tying the knots,though my brothers declined attending,saying they couldn't imagine following our mom to weddings at their age..well,I was her last resort,I grudgingly agreed..with thoughts of the delicious rice I would eat coursing my mind from what I'd seen them preparing in their compound the day before when mom and I went to greet them

For the love of brother 3

"So! That is Qatari's girlfriend?" Mom asked,turning on the faucet in the kitchen zinc,washing her hands

"Yes,that is her" I replied,looking around to ensure none of my brothers is within earshot,I moved closer to mom and whispered into my ears

"She's a bitch mom"

Mom turned to look at me,confused

"What's that?what's a bitch?"

I smiled,whispering again

"She sleeps around in school,not only that,she's in a hot dalliance with the HOD of her department" nodding my head with a pout in a gossipy manner,mom's hands went static In shock,her jaws falling to the grounds

"You knew this and were gushing over how pretty she looks and supporting her romance with your brother? Majeed?...." She expressed disappointedly,I opened my mouth to talk but she held her hand up for me to shut it,continuing

For the love of brother 2

Settled around the dining table having a breakfast of bread and tea with jam,we tucked in our food quietly,mom,dressed for work,took off her jacket and placed on the chair beside her,settled well into the chair and continued eating,I fumbled with my phone's keypad,typing noisily with one hand,feeding myself with the other hand,occasionally bursting in fits of laughter as I engaged friends in chat-versations and were cracking me up,mom gave me a look from the corner of her eyes and I promptly quieten down

I was taking the last sip of my hot heavily laced with milk tea when QT's phone vibrated on the table,buzzing silently,he picked up the phone and seeing who the caller was, displayed on the screen,quickly stood up and dashed for his room upstairs,we all shared glances and continued eating,I cleared my throat,stood up and cleared where I'd eaten,mom called me back and asked me to give thanks to God for the meal before leaving the table,

"My manners" I said,smiling, "Allihamdulilah" I said,taking my cup to the sink to wash,QT descended the stairs back to the dining area, declaring

"That was my girlfriend!"

For the love of brother 1

"Stylistics is the study and interpretation of texts in regard to their linguistic and tonal style. As a discipline, it links literary criticism to linguistics. It does not function as an autonomous domain on its own, but it can be applied to an understanding of literature and journalism as well as linguistics....do some more research on you own,we talk more about this course next week" Dr. Aderigbe finished his lecture with us

I yawned with gratitude,throwing my hands up,glad that the lecture was over,the class buzzing in a murmur,students closing books and chatting with coursemates,some discussing the course we'd just being taught,while others packed their stuffs and left the lecture theatre ,I fish out my phone from my bag, checking through to see the missed calls I've had and taking the profile off silent, I've had,two missed calls from mom and one from my best friend tuby

Whew! I sighed,looking around the hall for any sign of tuby

"He ought to be here for this lecture,where's this dude" I thought,feeling concerned,Dr. Aderibigbe isn't a lecturer to toy with,he takes his attendance very very seriously. I punched the buttons on my phone,dialing tuby's number to know where he is and why he missed the class, "its ringing" I whispered to myself

"HEY YOU!" Someone said behind me,I quickly turned around to see that it was tuby

Bills Bills Bills

Whoever says money doesn't buy happiness certainly doesn't know where to shop says feisty queen bee blair waldorf in gossip girl... my friend Dola would say "sure money can´t bring you happiness - like money and happiness could not go hand in hand. The longer version of the saying adds: "but it sure helps".



The morning on that wednesday started like every other day,exercises,breakfast and chilling at home,QT,Hamz and Karl were engaged in a banter in the living room while I was tidying up the kitchen,throwing out what's old and keeping the place inviting and clean,I wanted to get the work done fast and quickly shower as my body was getting sticky with sweat, making me uncomfortable,my blackberry placed on the kitchen shelf beeped continuously from friends and fans who needed my attention but I wanted to be done with chores before touching my phone so as not to rub it with grime and grease all over my hands.


"Mom left some money on the table for groceries" Karl said,walking towards to the tall refrigerator to pick a bottle of water,I looked up and sighed,wiping sweat and grease off my brow,nodding in response,taking deeply in the chill breeze that escaped from the refrigerator and letting out a deep exhale, "guess a spot of retail therapy would do a great good to my soul" I thought,going back to work with a pout,resenting my brothers for no show of support or even thank me for the work am doing.