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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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