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..
Switzerland was where your imagination always took you to when you were alone, when you stared at the thick cobwebs across the ceiling of your..
Mama called you three days ago to tell you Baba Onile will send them packing if she fails to pay up the rent by the..
In Ibadan, she was Anuoluwapo Ogunwomoju, an unmarried 30-year-old resident doctor who worked at a training hospital. In Montreal, she was identified as “homeless..
October 24, 2017. Lagos, Nigeria. 1.35pm. You sling your backpack across your slightly bent shoulder, moving your body quickly for the leather to find home..
