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There is a story of a man who’s only offence of being dumped with a ‘killer’ ark of covenant was just having a house off the road.

I love the way the Message Bible puts it; “Instead, David removed it off the road and to the house of Obed-Edom the Gittite.” (II Sam 6: 10b).

Apparently, they were ‘on the road’, something tragic happened, and David, anointed David, angry first and then feared, diverted the trajectory of the ark ‘off the road’ into the house of someone.

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Nothing is ever gonna change until you move. It reminds me of the story of Bola.

Bola’s story would have been a good-enough cover to project (there’s never a perfect story), but she had lots of friends who, well, for a want of better phrase, I’d say ‘who could have helped her’. But then, stuff happened.

So, I am just gonna use the story of Praise and make Bola her friend. That’s only fair to her.

Don’t be surprised, I’m not a sadist. I just want to write a story.

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“Bimbo! Bimbo!!! Bumbo!!! Omo yii a shi jen siso sha! (This girl will make me say rubbish). Bimbo!!! O n kami lohun, abi? (You’re counting the number of times I’ll call you, abi?) I’ll beat you to death today!”

Bimbo did not hear. She couldn’t have. Bimbo was not exactly sleeping. She was dead! The dead don’t hear noises, do they? Bimbo committed suicide.

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Sometimes, I try to tell a story like my aunty, Chimamanda Ngozi-Adichie would do it. Like, you know, create a compelling and gripping scenario of how Tolani, an effeminate boy struggled with expressing himself in a world scared by religious bigotry and sanctimonious cultures…

I imagine her writing how Tolani made A in a course in the university, but couldn’t enjoy the success because three people who also passed were girls. Guys congratulated the four girls who passed – they must be study partners. After all, what’s odd in them being together. He couldn’t do anything sexual even if he wanted to.

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