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Dawn broke with cries. It wasn't unusual. Yet I sat up on my bed and listened to ascertain where it rang from. The undulating cries resonating from half a mile away distorted the peace the mid-night rain had brought.
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Charlene Aduma stood in Dariah, her younger sister's, living room with her hands clasped behind her back and her eyes staring at a picture of her and her sister some 20 years ago.
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Winston had a habit of waking me up without words. Two mornings ago, I awoke to the aroma of mid-toasted bread with corned beef and fried eggs. It was enough sensation for my brain, and in no time I was awake. Yesterday morning, it was the curtains.
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These events span through the length of a Sade song on repeat. She is dotting us on to cherish the day.
I am recalling the memories from a day I should cherish.
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My first boyfriend wasn’t mine. He belonged to my best friend. When he was with her, I passed the time in chat rooms, telling men I was naked beneath the covers while they defended their lust by telling me I was mature for a kid my age.
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A bucket of water tips from the open window, its ochre contents emptying on the man in white shorts.
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