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The following is from Chukwuebuka Ibeh’s Blessings . Ibeh is a writer from Port Harcourt, Nigeria, born in 2000. His writing has appeared in McSweeneys, New England Review of Books and Lolwe , amongst others, and he is a staff writer at Brittle Paper . He has studied creative writing under Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dave Eggers, and Tash Aw, and is currently an MFA student at Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri. Sparrow liked him. It seemed incredulous to Obiefuna, almost surreal, and, as the days lengthened into a week, with striking up conversation with him when they crossed paths in public, Obiefuna anticipated that something would go wrong, something would snap and return things to their usual place; sometimes, unconsciously, he willed it. Once, as he ascended the classroom staircase, he made out Sparrow and his friends at the base and tried to walk past stealthily, not making it awkward for anyone, but Sparrow spotted him and called out to him, moving over to shake his hand in full view of his friends, and Obiefuna did not miss the puzzled glances they exchanged with each other. He wondered what they made of this new friendship, even as Sparrow took to stopping by his seat during prep to talk to him, sometimes throughout the night. It deprived Obiefuna of precious study time, yet he looked forward to those visits and worried when Sparrow was late in coming. Mostly, Sparrow talked about his relationships at home, the movies he loved, the song lyrics he knew by heart. They bonded over their mutual fascination for the Lord of the Rings series, disagreed over which Michael Jackson album was the best. Sparrow gave rapturous monologues on his adoration of Lil Wayne and his YMCMB crew. He dreamed of becoming a rapper like Lil Wayne, his body studded with similar tattoos, exuding a similar extravagance. He sometimes complained about his friends. They were all the same, he said, bloody pretenders, the most annoying set of people he knew. They acted conceited when there was really nothing to be conceited about. It surprised Obiefuna, […]
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