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Deola insists that the market route is faster. You hesitate, because you hate its rowdiness and— "...and those silly boys that will be holding your hands and clothes because they want you to buy from them,” after saying this, you deliberately cringe in an effort to convince your friend to change her mind. "Calm down, jare," laughs Deola, packing her oversized notes into her tiny red bag. "See, we can stop by that my customer's place for fried yam. You know she will reduce the price for us." You don't have to see her eyes to confirm there is a mischievous twinkle in them. Deola is cunning. She knows the perfect bait to draw you in. And yes, you would shamelessly capitulate to fried yam. No one knows where your enthrallment to it began, but Deola is sure it is a curse. History has it that, at 3 years old, you found your way to your mother's kitchen, and somehow toppled over a small pan of hot oil, the reason for the scar on your lef...

Straight as an arrow, her shrill wail shot upwards, aimed at a heaven going about its course unmindful of affairs below. With each heaving cry, she rocked the bloodied form cradled in her arms. Clinging tightly to it as if, somehow, with enough will the still limbs could be made to move again, and life imparted to the glazed eyes staring unblinkingly at the crowd gathered round. That extraordinary silent signal capable of rousing entire neighborhoods   from sleepy lives and directing their steps to events of an unfortunate nature had been broadcast, and with each passing moment the mass of people gathered on the community main road (narrow, unpaved and eroded for much of its length) swelled. It was about the time of day school children returned home, and so it was, young and old stood side by side glutting on the macabre scene. Clustered in groups, the cause of the accident was disputed by the more vocal section of the crowd. However, the various ‘eyewitness’ accounts dif...

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