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SHORT STORY: For The Love Of My Pride

 
The Lovers charm is irresistible and once the nectar stings, there is no escape. It rages the heart and causes havoc to the soul. Such is the love for the nation which does everything to frustrate the love we have for her. The plight of the poor is further plagued by societal conventions. This is the restrictive mechanism that makes the heart beat towards the social status they belong to. The love of vanity has been heightened by the young and old alike. The bee sting feeling which has been accepted as a norm has reconfigured the thinking which the world purview has ignorantly embraced.

      In the night less city of Airegin, the beautiful weather mixed with cocoons of wastes and smell of dungs which has polluted the atmosphere. The immoralities and assorted sins are at  a skyrocketed high in the biggest pub where corruption, rape, murder and other misdemeanors are served all day long. The pot-bellied bastards wear a wad of cash in their tummy and waste the treasury they have looted on beauties and splendors’ that fill this temptation laden city.

There is a breeze that is coming and a wave which air has completely snuffed the life out of due to the end product of these contaminants, the Airegin pub sells. The new hope is constantly afraid to take the long overdue baton from the old that have refused to die…They are devoid of the notion that” It is better to die for what you believe in than die without a belief.

    
     A rat whose main entrance is being heated will attempt to chop off the walls to find an escape. All expectation is hinged on the elixir which will make all these insanities wear off and the youth will have the self-confidence to believe their time is now and Airegin will be transformed to Nigeria and her long-lost pride will be restored and pot belied beasts will disappear for good.

     
     
     
    *airegin* rearranged from Nigeria. The idea was coined from Tosin Gbogi’s Poetry collection entitled The Tongues of Shattered S-k-y

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