Beautiful Stranger

Logan drove back to the store where he got the beautiful bottle of wine he didn’t have a chance to give to his mother before she kicked them out. Oh well. He knows someone who’ll appreciate it even more. Franny secured the second lock, hurriedly, she has ten minutes to make the bus otherwise she’ll…

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Dinner With Mother

‘Granny’s here.’ Logan exchanged a look with Brodie; he did not expect their grandmother to be here, not least because it’s her daughter’s birthday and the world knows there is no love lost there. Lady Paula Sterling; the ice queen. ‘Nice of you to join us Logan. You’re very late.’ ‘My apologies. Long day at…

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Dom Perignon? S’ok

‘Excuse me could I trouble you for some help with Champagne please?’ Logan was running late for his mother’s birthday dinner and no question he will hear a lot about it for the next twelve months where it will be brought up at the next birthday shindig, as a reminder. Still, to turn up without…

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Windows Of Nuremberg

I think a lot about Nuremberg, specifically about the windows of Nuremberg and what they look out to on days like these. Days when they are the only windows, so to speak, to the soul of the world. Days when there is no one around; no tourists with cameras or mobile phones, no people on…

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Memories of Home: The Meat Pie

Growing up in Lagos few things excited me like going to the market with my mother to do the big family shop in Balogun Market for two reasons: ofada rice in leaves and Mr Biggs meat pie. If you have not eaten Mr Biggs meat-pie then you have not lived. If you know, you know…

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