Of losses and opportunities

Of losses and opportunities (c) July 2020 Folakemi Emem-Akpan He lost him to the land of opportunities. It is a thirty year long pain that still hurts, that still throbs and sears whenever he allows himself the luxury of remembering.   He had been four, that tremulous age when one is too young to remember... Continue Reading →

Garlic Breath

Garlic breath (c) Folakemi Emem-Akpan I remember too clearly. The day he left was not the kind of day anyone should leave his family. The sun was directly overhead, and I remember our throats being parched beyond redemption. By the time Mama got us ice-cream, I’d already developed sores on my lips. We were hot,... Continue Reading →

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