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The Soldier Boy- Part 3

I met Deborah at the officer’s mess. Her friends had come to visit a Colonel when I saw her confidently seated all by herself sipping on her chilled soda. She had told them that she will wait by the mess than go into the Colonel’s apartment with them. As I beheld her, an irresistible sight,…

I laugh in the silence of darknessI cry when I see a beautiful butterflyI dance to the tune of wanting strangersI care a whole lot for the many unknownI travel when the road has fallen apartI work round and over the wall clockI wear the coat of the rainbowI heal when there is no medicineI…

They really fared well as a family and at the end of the service year, they moved to the capital city, where Ade set up a small architectural practice and Julia got a nursing job. It was their 2nd relocation in a series of relocations that saw them move around the country and although the plan…

She started screaming and flailing her arms and feet and it took the combined efforts of both security operatives to hustle her away into one of the rooms reserved for interrogating travellers suspected of shady dealings.. “How?” Ade repeated…“How what?” She raised her tear filled eyes to stare into his.“How do we do this? What…

When I was a boy, my dream was to be a soldier. I wanted to be a soldier so much than I wanted to be alive. I would watch the uniforms, guns, boots and gear won by the soldiers that passed by my grandfather’s hut and embellish their unrivalled glory. That was not all I…

1995 Teniola had the twins at the tail end of October, it was a rainy night, all had gone well, with no complications and with both boys were very healthy, they had been discharged 48 hours later. Ade stayed in the hospital all through, spending his nights on a bench on the corridor close to…

“Ola” Eunice looked at her waiting for more, Claire gave her the full name “Mrs Teniola Adewale” When they were done filling out the forms, they stepped into Dr. Gbadebo’s office. He sat working at a laptop placed on a desk so cluttered with files, books, pamphlets and loose leaflets that it seemed impossible to…