Memories That Survived

I flipped through the newspaper, using its pages to block the scorching sun. The boys surrounded me, waiting. They watched me glance quickly through the headlines and stories on each page. As I turned the last, Dapo spoke, “So wetin happen today?” “The regular tins” I answered. Politics, corruption, sports news, talk of change and … Continue reading Memories That Survived

The Day My Mother Died

Roscoe trotted along, his tail wagging gleefully behind him. “Slow down” I commanded, tugging on his leash. Even at night, Lagos was hot. The moon was bright and small, the sonorous sounds of crickets chirping made it seem like the moon was dancing. Back at home, my mother was getting sicker and sicker. I did … Continue reading The Day My Mother Died