BECAUSE OF HIM

Because of him © Folakemi Emem-Akpan My legs almost give way under me when I hear the blare of my name from the speakers. The announcer has made a mistake in the pronunciation and my name sounds unlike my name but this is the least of my worries right now. The three speakers before me... Continue Reading →

His father’s son

His father’s son © Folakemi Emem-Akpan   It is not his intention to hurt his son; all he wants to do is teach him a lesson. So he raps his knuckles gently but firmly across the length of the little boy’s head. When the boy sniffles, he raps again. Harder. This brings about another round... Continue Reading →

Scorned

When your water breaks, you feel a dull roar of panic. You are not afraid of the delivery or scared for the baby. You’ve put to bed five times, and this pregnancy never gave you problems. It is the scorn on their faces that you fear. It is the snorts and hmphs of ridicule. What... Continue Reading →

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