I love it when she smiles like this. She looks like an angel with the way her head is thrown back in wild abandon. Am..
PROLOGUE Descending the stairs was a man filled with life and love and perhaps something more. Halfway down, he smiled at himself and to everything..
The applause. The cheers. The applause. God, you should hear the applause. “Baba Thiago!!!” Someone in the crowd calls out to me in reverence. They..
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..
