Choorile

  Choorile © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   Sanil sits at the entrance of his home, his eyes turned towards the sky which is dark and low, a sure sign of rain. Absent-mindedly, he wonders if it would actually rain, how long such a rain might last, and he is grateful for the stilts on which his... Continue Reading →

Losing myself

Losing myself © Folakemi Emem-Akpan As I do every morning, I leave the little boy behind in bed. He is a persistent little bugger, the little dude is, and would come in to me every night, climb into bed beside me, wrap around me those long-forgotten dreams, aspirations, and hopes. He would talk to me... Continue Reading →

Early

Early © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   Four weeks doesn’t seem like much. For heaven’s sake, it is only but a full moon. You can’t build a house in four weeks. You cannot sow and reap in four weeks. You don’t grow much in the space of four weeks.   But your life can take a dip... Continue Reading →

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