she wanted to hit the chief and abuse him but she couldn’t without saying a word she grabbed her handbag, walked out of the office, out of the building, halted the taxing and headed for home.
During holidays, mama would always send Dubem and I to visit grandma. Akwa to me was an old movie, dull and slow moving. The air there was dry and it smelt of ancient times. After our first visit to grandma, I never anticipated another. I didn’t want to see grandma’s wrinkled face hurling commands atContinue reading “RUMPLED PAPERS”