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Those Who Stayed |
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In the small spaces of their yards, they lodge their complaints: everywhere there’s so much war, and last night, in the next street, did you hear that woman scream, whose boyfriend set her on fire? How are the children, one asks, the ringworm, it gone? They’ll exchange pelau for fish, an end of pork left over from Sunday. Termites are eating both their houses, and the boy in America for some reason, hasn’t called. They’ll go back, after a while, one to her sweeping, the other sitting by the phone, in case it should ring. |
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The Lesson for Doc Long |
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A Brooklyn man walks down a street in Lagos with his Nigerian friend, worried one of his buddies from the States might see them holding hands, He keeps finding ways to let go, pointing in surprise at every little thing. This makes his friend wonder, Has he never seen a cow before? A woman with a basket on her head? Suddenly, the African shouts, “Look, a tiger!” “Where?” asks the frightened man, grabbing his arm. “Nowhere. But if one comes, it’s okay to hold my hand.” |
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Death in Mudland |
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Poor Professor Perry, what did they think to find, those thieves running from your residence, besides books left over from teaching days in wintry states, a bottle of preserved plums, the icebox door ajar. What, climbing those rickety stairs, did they imagine the portrait of your wife on the landing might fetch from a deal in Georgetown, US or GT dollars exchanged in the dark, their beady eyes dancing, in the old wooden quarters of that city. What of worth did they believe they’d discover in your suitcase on the unmade bed in a back room, half-unpacked, mouth open, dumb witness to their crime, shirts spread about, and striped ties. And an army of letters, spilled from a small valise, intended for friends, that they’d never receive, only news of your sad death, of the heat, and humidity, of the robbers in hurried scamper, like rodents, one reporter said, among them three who seemed to be females, judging by their long tails. |
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