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Nnaabros:
I still have them. And the following among others

The Lion and The Jewel
Eze Goes to School
The Weeping Undergraduate
Anthills of the Savannah
Time Changes Yesterday
Without a Silver Spoon
The Incorruptible Judge
Passport of Mallam Illia
The Concubine
Arrow of Good
Abimbolu by Jean Jacoby
Sons and Daughters by J C De Graft
Fragments by Ayi Kwei Armah
Mission to Kala by Mongo Beti
A Play of Giants by Soyinka
One Week One Trouble by Anezi Okoro
Omenuko by Peter Nwana
Tell Freedom by Peter Abraham
The Only Son by John Munonye
Black Boy by Richard Wright
Sizwe Bansi is Dead
Girls at War by Achebe
Chile and The River by Achebe
A Man Of The People by Achebe
Pot of Life by Prince Akenzua
King Oedipus by Sophocles
The Odyssey by Homer

Etc etc etc

I used to have the following, but they got lost somehow

Akin Goes to school
Slave Boy
Bayo Goes to School
An African Nights Entertainment by Ekwensi
Cheer up Brother by SMO Aka
Medicine for Money by SMO Aka

I guard my books jealousy and am still expanding my collections

Glad to see we still have readers like you in the country! The careers of wrters and potential writers is safe.

The boy slave. The adventures of souza. Akpan and the smugglers. Things fall apart. Arrow of God. Pepper soup and the road to Ibadan. Gullivers travels. Oliver twist. Actually won the best reader in those days lots of novels were given to me as prize. Oh for those days! Wish i could turn back the hands of time.

The owl hoots loudly, the wolves howls to the elipsed moon. The banshee screech in terror,. They all call mee in a thousand tongue; vei,venie, wa, zo, bia. They call me to the sabbath, the dark sabbath of the horned god. I hear a thousand voice rising to the night sky the drumming calls us and we are to answer. With my tripple horned goad i rise into the air flying over sleeping houses till we arrive at he groove. A red totem adorns the center and a chubby woman in the nude but veiled in a transparent silky linen of white and red danced. Then he enters the horned god. A man with the head of a donkey, his eyes glows red an aura of horror envelops him. I watched despondent silent in horror and awe. He performs the black mass on a naked virgin, we feast on a black communion his voice hoarse and dark. He recite the litany of abomination, he glorifies heresy, he curses the church, he glorifies and adorn our sins. In the dim light we are drunk with lust and sin. The horned god mount some high witches and he climax. His semen is gold coins, his sweat dropping on the ground becomes money. We danced with the chubby lady as the growing wind plays with her linen and hair. Many of us gets reward for our sin, some he flog for their merciful deeds. As the cock crows, we chant: hail union of the absurd, hail goat and donkey, hail tripple want of lust and money and power. Hide us among them. They should not know.'' so in their ignorance they are ruined. As the cock crows once announcing dawn, we fly in haste to our bed. Waking up with the money we earned that sabath.