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Baba Bubu’s Travails: The Apparition

Baba Bubu’s Travails: The Apparition

🕔14:17, 27.Mar 2016

    –Nnaemeka Oruh It was raining heavily that October night in ’84. Bubu was slouched in a thick leather chair in his  private sitting room. On the table was a bottle of half empty Fanta. He was fully dressed

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POLIFICTION: The Re-Trial Of Brother Willy

POLIFICTION: The Re-Trial Of Brother Willy

🕔03:29, 9.Mar 2016

This week on Polifiction, Wilfred Pepple is our guest! Here, he fictionally discusses the reason behind President Goodluck Jonathan’s “Famous Call”. Enjoy it! –N.O   Pray! Brother Willy, Pray!! Pray against your foes both within and external!! Against the powers

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The Headmaster

The Headmaster

🕔05:56, 27.Feb 2016

He always made out time to select his canes. Those were like his identity. Ask five generations of pupils that passed through Ogbako National Primary School during his time, and they always remember him by his canes. He smiled as

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Baba Bubu’s Travails

Baba Bubu’s Travails

🕔10:34, 14.Feb 2016

As was customary, the press and other well-wishers and stakeholders had gathered at the Lion Square to witness the epoch making event. In Naija People’s Non-Affairs Limited, every event involving rich foolish people is always termed ‘epoch-making’ by the media. As Baba Bubu Gbegiri was talking, journalists all over the world were furiously scribbling. The new generation media practitioners were also busy typing away and posting on their media pages. One was so anxious that he typed ‘CEO’ as “Chief Execution Officer.”

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Yeye Dey Smell

Yeye Dey Smell

🕔19:17, 13.Feb 2016

The president of Nigeria recently went on foreign media and all but told the entire world that his countrymen are criminals. Citizens from other countries wondered if the man was high on some drugs and freely asked their Nigerian friends the type of weed Nigerians smoke. In Nigeria however, his blinded and obdurate followers were busy saying that his utterances were the best thing since Martin Luther King Junior hollered “I Have A Dream!” The yeye that was supposed to be smelling became well garnished fried rice to his deluded followers. For the majority of Nigerians however, the yeye smelt worse than the shrew.

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