Baba brought back the charred remains he believed were hers and buried her under the mango tree behind the house. Despite all entreaties, he would not put a...
Author - Felicia Taave
Felicia Taave loves to read and write. Some of her work can be seen on africanwriter.com, naijastories.com and butterfliesbecoming.com. When she’s not reading or writing, she enjoys listening to music, watching movies and disturbing other people.
I lay awake into the night wondering, what is the value of my soul, anyway? What is my dignity, my worth? And I’m not speaking of self-worth; I’m...
I see tears in your future. And pain. What is beauty where the smell of money fills the air like the incense of Arabian spices? I can have you; yes, even you...
Our Fathers Didn’t Know (How they did that, who knows?) (A drama by Felicia Taave) ...
‘’This is the life!’’ Onya piped excitedly. Before her stood a brand new car, on all fours, glistening, rubber and metal wheels! ‘’I’m glad you like it,’’ Mr...
