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The following week in Kubwa did not calm down. If anything, it ripened. Previously on THE BLOOM ACADEMY Like plantain left too long on the kitchen...
This last Sunday night was a pulsating musical night in Kubwa, not exactly like other Sunday nights, this one was different. For the longest time, music...
I wrote this book for my second son for his birthday. Here is the second chapter. You can read the first chapter here. My Son, Let...
I wrote this book for my second son on his thirteenth birthday. This is the first chapter of the book. The Identity Fight The Most...
Sharon’s real name was Sharon Idia Okoro. Not Sharon Buka. Not Sharon Okpa. Not the girl they gathered at break time like a food vendor. She...
Morning in Kubwa did not arrive gently. It pushed through windows, climbed over cooking pots, and settled inside small kitchens where mothers measured love in cups...
The staff room at Bloom Academy, Channel 10, El-Rufai Street, Kubwa, was unusually loud that morning. Not the normal noise of lesson plans, chalk complaints, or...
