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, especially the girls going as far as they could, getting the best Uli design, jigid

ne, all came out from their various hut, d

e, she awoke Nwoye, her son, drawing his attention to the clapping of hands in t

dy. Deep moving notes filled the cool night air, igbojionu's happiness knows no boundary, he entered inside and brought out his Dane gun, he gave

e with palm fronds adoring the shades, at the corner, stood the drumm

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the festival has brought along with as they danced to the beat of the drum. Agbara came in with a

new tune was produced, atilogwu dancers showed up, dancing profusely, stepping form side to side as th

examined them disdainfully. It was obvious that none of them impressed him, he reluctantly chose one, the audience jeered, the drums refreshed again, the te

ole night without being queried and feeling claustrophobic, during moonlight play everyone comes with a purpose, the lovers it is always a chance to whisper sweetn

phosed to scarlet, the village children had already gathered at his compound waiting patiently for

ed the darkness to creep a little further under the push of the dim light. His eloquent voice pierced through the chilly night, he tells his tale and his whole face tells it

cooking. Anosike her brother, a small boy of ten, sat on the small mud-seat watching her with maximum attention. Ekenma stirred the soup on the fire and tasted it by running her tongue on the back of the ladle. As Ekenma blew the fire, Anosike picked up the ladle from the wooden bowl where it lay and attempted to

nd smiling boldly revealing his upper teeth. Ekenma shuddered; you gave me a frigh

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words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug and I have a heart that is aching to see you smile again. She radiated with

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embraced her tenderly. Sometimes I just wish to be lost in you and in your tenderness and rejoice to be drown to the sea of your affection and float in bliss listening to your voice. I want you to know how much you

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he asked again this time his voice was full of anger. Ekenm

tiously, he felt humiliated the insult which Mazi Ochia poured on him was excruciating, and Nwoye recalled how Mazi Ochia had pleaded him to assist Ekenma in farming they will work till evening. This, Mazi Ochia did not consi