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 "Ette Nna, please, mbok, I'm begging you. Go and ask Uso for some money so that this boy will go back to school. He has stayed at home for one whole week now. How do you expect him to pass his exams well if he keeps being thrown out for school fees?" Mama Nna had cried her eyes sore. Ette Nna looked at his wife sadly, but deep anger formed a lump in his throat. He could not mutter a word. He stood up and headed for the door. Mama Nna swiftly fell at his feet, tugging his worn but clean trousers. "Please. My husband, I'm begging you," she said. Ette Nna pulled his right leg free from her grip and walked out. *** The courtyard was empty. He looked around. No one was in sight. Of course, every single child in the compound housing six families had gone to school, and the parents too had gone about their various businesses. He sighed deeply and walked out of the compound. He stopped an okadaman. "12 Okoneyo street," he said. "1...

Now I know that I'm not a tall person. I'm not short but “kai” I'm not a tall person at all. I doubt I'm even in the group tagged "average height". So, I was doing the dishes in a kitchen sink I've never used before. As in this was in someone's house. That was my first time in that particular house. So, as I was washing the dishes, I felt pain in my neck and shoulder. I was wondering why. I felt very uncomfortable. It wasn't a familiar zone. Then I looked around. VOILA! The sink was inches higher than the one at home. Hehehe... Wahala! I was almost standing on my toes, but I didn't know. Iyammi!! I looked around for a stool to stand on but none. So I jejely returned to the dishes, finished them and ran out before my waist go follow pain me.  :D Two things. Now that something higher is contending with my height, I humbly accept that I'm not as tall as I thought I was. Same goes when we turn our attention from the people we menta...