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Mindscape
By Angela Nwosu
Just when I thought I had finally settled my
life into a reliable pattern, something happened.
Perhaps it might just be seen as nothing really and
therefore no problem at all. But that ‘something’
created a chain of other little problems, or so it
seems. Maybe it has created a long chain of thoughts
connected to a long procession of memories.
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The Manual
By Abayomi Ogunwale Zuma
Most people I have met over
the years assume that I chose to become an
obstetrician in order to hang around women. That
assertion is wrong to begin with, but the premise
cannot be totally discountenanced. My students
however believe that I must have been very good in
the subject while I was in the medical school. You
will kindly show a little understanding if I say
nothing to dispel the myths surrounding me, won’t
you?
This confession was inspired by a recent incident in
my office. I will quickly tell you about that
incident and then get this confession over with.
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The Clinic
By Benjamin
Beresford
A sexual health clinic was perhaps not the best place to pick up women,
but Charlie was a firm believer in taking advantage
of every opportunity that came his way. An hour
previously he had entered the
South London day
surgery with incredible sheepishness, whispering his
name to the receptionist and trying to find the most
inconspicuous chair in the waiting room.
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The Interesting Case of
Joseph Sangala
by Gregory Akinbowale Lawson
Joseph Sangala had always considered himself to be a
lucky man. In fact he considered himself to be
probably one of the luckiest people in the world. He
was born on the day the pipe-borne water was
introduced into his village of Tompiko. As a result,
he was the first baby to benefit from the joys of
adequate water supply at child birth. What nobody
told us was the fact that he was also the first baby
to be afflicted with the water borne rash which
accompanied the introduction of the pipe borne
system. Being the only child born on that fateful
day, all the villagers knew and associated him with
the introduction of better things to come to
Tompiko. He crawled, walked and ran in the comfort
of villagers who revered him and who looked to him
for good luck while some even prayed for his type of
luck. True to the circumstances surrounding his
birth Joseph Sangala went through life based on
luck.
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