If we must blame anything, then it has to be the recession, because, before it, Ponle lived a not-full, not-hungry life, just like everyone else...
11 PM. A friend calls my name from the window to warn me of the massacre that looms. She tells me I need to..
This night, as I subject my body to the roughness of my bed, I remember Rada. My sister, who died with my soul and left..
Ade holds onto Mama’s faded wrapper as she pounds the life out of the fufu in front of her. He wishes he could have a..
Dear Fadérẹra, Watching the tears fall from your eyes, the day I left two years ago, has been one of the most painful things..
1 The house was deserted. The wrapper around mother’s body used to be brown. Muffled voices could be heard from a distance, followed by bouts..
Leonard was just five when he was adopted at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Orphanage Home around Yaba. He sat in the midst of other..
“Hi” I looked up through the blinding brightness of daylight at the face that belonged to the rough smoky voice that dared interrupt my miserable..
In retrospect, I should have foreseen the circumstance under which Mother would tell me about her relationship with father. She was not the type to..
Yes, I killed my mother with a gene weapon because she made my life so miserable with her own kind of weapon. God blessed us..
