The Shrine

The shrine © Folakemi Emem-Akpan Dark and musty, the room is stacked with memories. German roaches have laid eggs on the blue blanket and there is a perpetual smell of dampness. And of split milk and unwashed clothes. I stumble into a maze of cobwebs and flail at my face. It’s been only two years.... Continue Reading →

These gray hairs don’t lie – II

After the wedding Hello sweetheart. Laden down with shopping bags, are you? My baby likes to shop like her mother does, and well, like her grandma too. Why is it that all the girls in this family get wild when let loose in a dress shop? Are those the white shoes for the wedding? Whoa,... Continue Reading →

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