The retarded silence that had slapped me across the face as i entered the room quickly broke and everyone returned to their furtive tasks. Even the man behind the nurse's desk turned a page from his notebook...

“Mom!” Bukky murmured to herself as soon as her mother was out of view, “always double-talking! 'Learning is endless, education is not.  Education is formal or informal, learning is not.  And yet, education is a form of learning..."

The wedding guests were the funeral guests. The very tent that housed the relatives on the night of revelry and celebration of their daughter's wedding, housed the mourners. The same food was served, from the same paper and plastic plates that Daisy herself bought for her wedding. Her colours were red and white...

Along the harbour was a grown man taking his bath. He had soap lather all over his body, and didn't seem to care that he was naked. The man bent over to pour a little more water over himself before continuing to scrub away. Peter couldn't believe his eyes. Was the man mad?

Wole had passed through so much, and had survived it all. He was a survivor, and a cheerful one at that. I had no cause to expect that he would not come out of this state alive...

Facing my father was like taking a hard look at myself in an unforgiving mirror. Each time I stood before him, I saw the man I was meant to become. I saw the man I would always be compared to...