Mama’s Voice

From turkeys stolen by an elderly man, who probably thought eating tomorrow’s turkeys would make the festival of garri and groundnut in the days to come more palatable; to the inhumane burning to death of human beings due to the explosive tendencies of our nemesis and savior, PMS. On to the exploitative tendencies of terrorists…

I am She

I was doomed from the beginning. Before I got a chance to know my family, I was sold into slavery. My father was royalty, but when my new parents came, He sold me off like a bale of cotton. So, I became one of them. Dressed like them, Talked like them. Ate, what they ate…