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Love Cycle by Chinua Achebe

At dawn slowly the Sun withdraws his long misty arms of embrace. Happy lovers whose exertions leave no aftertaste nor slush of love's co...

Bear with me my love in the hour of my silence; the air is crisscrossed by loud omens and songbirds fearing reprisals of middle day have hid...

After a war life catches desperately at passing hints of normalcy like vines entwining a hollow twig; its famished roots close on rubble and...

For whom are we searching? For whom are we searching? For Okigbo we are searching! Nzomalizo! Has he gone for firewood, let him return. Has ...

Your proclaimed mourning your flag at half-mast your solemn face yoursmart backward step and salute at the flowered foot of empty graves you...

Just think, had Hitler won his war the mess our history books would be today. The Americans flushed by verdict of victory hanged a Japanese ...

First time Biafra Was here, we're told, it was a fine Figure massively hewn in hardwood. Voracious white ants Set upon it and ate Throug...