When Mama was not in the kitchen cooking with Nene, Egodi and me, whispering orders to us, she was seen taking short, light steps around the house and begging...
Author - Miracle Nwokedi
Ominivert. Witty. One-woman chariot of contingencies. She writes because life abounds in stories begging to be told.
My maternal family compound holds out her choking air again. Air that reeks of stale grudge and rivalry and greed. Everybody is moving as though they are...
