These grey hairs don’t lie

These gray hairs do not lie (1) The first blush of love   Hello there, dear grandchild. Why don’t you come in and take a seat, near me here? Take a load off your feet, won’t you? See how you’ve grown, dear child. Do you remember how we used to cuddle up when you were... Continue Reading →

The interview

© Folakemi Emem-Akpan The collar of your shirt is well worn, as is that of your only suit. And the elbows and arms of the suit are also frayed. But no one knows, no one will know, except they are up close and personal with you. But you know, from a thousand or so experiences,... Continue Reading →

Daddy’s little girl

Daddy’s little girl The rain sizzled on the rooftop. Angela stood at the window, watching the fat liquid drops literarily wash her garden away. In her heart, there was joy, trepidation, warmth, anxiety. Absentmindedly, she wondered how such emotions could co-exist. It was early in the day, yet the sky was a grey carpet and... Continue Reading →

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