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Dili San Jules's Writings

Short Story
Apr.20.2011
First
She always saw death in the blue ocean.   Drifting beneath the water surface was like floating in the air. Free. Boundless. The underwater beauty was breathtaking.   Reaching through the fluid space before her, she put out a hand, waving it like a flag in front of her nose. The watery resistance was minute. Her hair floated above and around her head like a black...
Short Story
RIDING PILLION ON SALLAH
Sep.19.2008
FIRST
You will not get a photograph to seal the moment. But the memory will linger like a distinct yet fading daguerreotype, sealed into your heart long after the old white-and-black has ceased to be fashionable. You will come to know the name of the season in different languages—hausa babban sallah (big sallah), Arabic eid-el-kabir(the big holiday)—is apt to a point...