Garlic Breath

Garlic breath (c) Folakemi Emem-Akpan I remember too clearly. The day he left was not the kind of day anyone should leave his family. The sun was directly overhead, and I remember our throats being parched beyond redemption. By the time Mama got us ice-cream, I’d already developed sores on my lips. We were hot,... Continue Reading →

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