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Blog posts March 2019

Lagos Book Hangout 1.0

La Mango played host to members of The Bookworm and other book lovers at The Lagos Book Hangout which took place on Saturday, March 16, 2019.

Attendees were treated to a variety of juicy topics ranging from poetry sessions, the pitch and even more importantly The Masterclass where prospective…

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All I could hear  was the  blare of siren, which seemed to be the only sound that reached me as I stood in the middle of the rain soaked street not knowing where my tears ended and the falling rain began, as my mother was slowly lowered onto the stretcher and moved into the ambulance that stood …

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There was no sun in the sky, it was a dark and gloomy day, though light shone from above. It seemed there was an eclipse of reasoning in my mind. It was just a moment ago we stood there laughing and talking. Those words I spoke to you were not the last words I spoke. I said so many things to you…

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ICED TEA - By Badmos Aisha

I'd seen her a couple of times run through this same route most morning. whenever I jog past her I greet her and then increase my pace, but on this fateful day, I ran up to her, she didn't seem to notice me as I jogged along side her, I knew she was close to her stopping point as usual, the cafe…

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MALNOURISHED - By Martin Marie Ihesiaba

Since on Sunday last week, Zainab has been sick, her lumpy middle had been swollen, her head soared to the size of a tangle ball, her visage had long dessicated and now her spinal cord came out forming the shape of a small snake on her back. She clocked 2years the day her father, Alhaji Usman di…

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I was returning home when I heard the voice. It was on a Sunday afternoon. I didn’t go to church that Sunday; instead, I had gone to my uncle’s house to wait for my husband’s call. He had gone the previous day to the American embassy in Lagos to seek for Visa after he had won a lottery my uncle and …

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THE QUIET- By Abazie Chiamaka

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

It was midday on a Monday, how could the place be this silent?

Heart pounding, she stood in the middle of the room, unable to take a step further. The sun spilled into the room, lighting it up beautifully like it always had. The worn but comfortable furnitur…

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