A girl named Melody

© Folakemi Emem-Akpan After four boys, I was tired, fed-up, sick of maleness. It screamed at me from every corner of our home; toy trucks, smelly boots, and discarded car projects. All of me ached for a baby with long dark hair, curly eyelashes, and pink gowns. She was a surprise. The scan prepared our... Continue Reading →

Tick Tock

Tick tock © Folakemi Emem-Akpan Tick tock. You can hear your biological clock ticking. And it’s going so fast the sound almost deafens you, so you do what most desperate women do. You go clubbing. The first night, there are more women than men, women who are in the exact same shoes as you’re in.... Continue Reading →

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