SHORT STORY: DRY THIS TEARS BY MARY JANE CHIAMAKA .A. OKORO
One day, he spoke. He had called you nne, as he watched them do what they did to you, he was in the arms of another woman, Mazi Uzundu’s wife, who pretended to be touched by the situation.
Poem: How to Uproot a Human By Olabimpe Adedamola
Yes, this was the year Tise awoke strange sensations in your body by using just her tongue. She often broke you apart and then left you wobbling to your house to piece your shards together by yourself.