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  AUNTY IBUKUN Dear Aunty Ibukun. You probably won't remember me, but you will always burn deep in the memories of my childhood. So, while I may still remember you, permit me to tell the world about an Aunty Ibukun I once knew. It was a Motorcycle today, He hugged you, while you grinned with a smile, Your red dress went with the direction of the breeze, As he squeezed some naira notes into your hands. Aunty Ibukun, you said he's your friend. It was a Tricycle today. I heard you call him Abiodun. Your lips met his in front of Iya Barakat former shop. He pressed some naira notes into your hands. And with the way you smiled, it must have been bigger than before. Aunty Ibukun, is he also your friend? It was a Toyota Camry today. You did a new hair and wore your mini skirt I heard you call him Kelechi, while you dragged him into the house. Aunty Ibukun, you said that he's your ex. It was a Jeep today. You wore your Stiletto heels with some flowers in your h...

 SHORT DREAMS LIKE FLAKES. I looked intently into the eyes of the man that would decide my fate in a matter of minutes. I wasn't ready for the conversation but I knew that I had to brace myself up to face it. It was my prayer request, but for me, it was an inevitable evil. My birthday was all I could ever hope for. A new age, a new life, a new dream, but nothing like a new phone call was on my wishlist. I painted pictures, drew maps, and traced lines on the large chair that seemed to bear my weight while making my cuts of the conversation. I froze, then unfroze seconds later, and my heart leaped, for the first time since graduate high,  I counted all the street lights and all the road bumps, and read all the signboards, but my destination was never near. You know what they say about going home, the roads are never near. My spontaneous journey wasn't getting any shorter, maybe because I wasn't going home, I was only going to a place I thought I'll call home. I didn't...