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Of Dreams and Colours – Episode 8

“Yes. Of course, I am your father. Why would you even ask such a question?”
“We don’t look alike.”
“Nifemi, not all daughters look like their fathers. You are the perfect replica of your mother. Would you have preferred to look like me, a man who is ugly, to begin with?”
She laughed “No, bami.” She knew the market woman was lying. Of course, bami is her father.

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Of Dreams and Colours – Episode 6

“She has dysgraphia.”
“What?! I don’t understand.”
“It’s a condition where someone who is considered normal intellectually, has difficulty writing although in some cases not all, it affects intellectual ability.”
Nifemi’s teacher grabbed her chest. “How expensive is the cure?”
“There is none. However……. ”
“What caused it?!”
“There is no known cause. Probably someone in her family was or is suffering from it. Just calm down. Once we meet her parents we can find a way to work around it.”
The teacher whispered in the doctor’s ear. The doctor looked at Nifemi and sighed.

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Of Dreams and Colours – Episode 5

Bami sent Olumide home, he was just trying to help his friend in the way he thought was best. He only gave him a little warning. Nifemi’s head was bent, she looked so much like Abike. Was this how Abike started, avoiding the truth before finding the courage to do it. He would take her to the priest. He was sure it was the circumstances surrounding her birth and the way he left. He could not tell that to the teacher. Most of these educated people look down on traditional worship.

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Of Dreams and Colours – Episode 4

Nifemi’s house was the kind of house that managed to scream poverty even in a remote area. It was unkempt especially now Nifemi chose to spend her free time playing with Olumide. This was the second day the teacher had followed her home, bringing Olumide along to wait for her father. When her father got back yesterday she didn’t bother to tell him the teacher came.

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Of Dreams & Colours – Episode 2

Nifemi was seven when she told bami to stop escorting her to school. She saw other children, walking in pairs or with their mothers. At first, bami didn’t agree but he relunctantly did later when Nifemi brought Tolani and Nike home saying she would go with them to school. Now, Tolani was in jss one. She was in secondary school, she is older than Nifemi and Nike. She looked so polished and she told them incredible stories about being in secondary school. During the weekends, Nifemi gave her assignment to her to help because of the superior way in which she answered them. On their way to school, Nifemi nursed a longing to follow her every time she took the turning that led to her school.

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Of Dreams and Colours – Episode 1

Nifemi ran as fast as she could, almost stumbling on the way. Her little nine-year-old body struggling to keep up with her excitement. Every Friday she went to the market side to watch cars entering and leaving the village, as people travel more during the weekend so she specifically chose Friday so she could see enough to last her for the week. So every Friday after leaving the community school she attended, she ran to the market side to watch cars because the car park was too far and bami wouldn’t allow her to go that far. She always made sure she got home before her father. That was the agreement they made.

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Kamsi – Episode 12


**This is the last episode of Kamsi. A big thanks to everyone who loved and took ownership of the story. It was very inspiring. Kamsi told her story, the way it went was a bit different from how I envisioned it initially. But I enjoyed writing it and the feedback, comments, encouragements I got. Thank you.

It was a new year. People were screaming loudly, lighting fireworks. We just came back from church. My mom was busy calling everyone in her phone book to wish them a happy new year. Cheta was watching a movie. I was sitting down and trying to organise my thoughts. I didn’t believe in new year resolutions. I have done it so many times and it put me on a threshold instead of me actualising anything. I rather improve on myself daily.

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