He has been selling lottery tickets for seven years. Not playing. Selling. Baba Tunde's kiosk was just beside the motor park in Ibadan. Small table, small umbrella, stack of…
The evening bells of Atehar had rung an hour ago yet the market square still…
Shadows reach towards the garden gate and we sit and wait for you to come home. ‘When daddy comes, will he bring me a present?’ ‘I’m…
The first time Samuel won a bet, he bought his mother a new wrapper.... It wasn't an expensive one, just a beautiful Ankara fabric he had seen at the market but the way Mama…
"I beg of you, do not let my daughter know about this. I still struggle with the messages she sends." I was behind the curtain while holding my laptop, where I wanted to print…
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