Fourteen

FOURTEEN (c) Folakemi Emem-Akpan Fourteen, bedecked with jewellery borrowed from sisters, aunts and cousins; made up with dark kohl and pink lipstick; grim-faced from lack of sleep; my heart everywhere but here. But I kneel as I have been asked to, kneel in front of my brand newly-minted husband, offering him a drink from the... Continue Reading →

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