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Yes, it came to him as a blow,
He had never expected this.
When his friends had told him,
That she was just a girl like others,
He had paid no attention.
And now, that night reappears to him,
How she had made promises of faithfulness.
Till now, he believed her to be faithful.
All the boys, she had introduced as
Her brothers, uncles, cousins, or close relatives.
But surely that guy could not be a relative.
The way they sat close to each other,
The way they joked and teased each other,
The way they caressed and kissed each other,
Convinced him the guy was not a relative.
Was he going to stand and stare,
While the river carried away all he owned?
No! No! A hundred times No!
It was worse than being dead.
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AJI JAMES
I developed an interest in writing in primary school, where writing and documenting the stories that were told in the evenings when the family gathered around the fireside was a hobby.
This interest increased when I travelled to Nigeria for university studies. My thoughts found a way of expression through poetry, which I had hitherto thought very complicated.
I presently have over fifty poems, a little below twenty short stories, and several articles on diverse social issues.
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