Long Read
CHRONICLES OF A DISJOINTED BOY: FOR THOSE SOULS THAT WON’T BE STONES
I started naming the cities in my body when I was ten. Some I named grief, sorrow, agony, and mental disorder. Others I named brokenness, injustice, and infirmity. There was nothing named joy or happiness where I grew up though, so, I didn’t bother to ask why, and neither did I bother to name any…
Achieni is Dying by Ogenna Ojukwu
“No one can say they loved their daughter more”, Oyibinga muttered to herself as she hurried into the market that morning. Not a man, not a woman. Achieni her daughter was lying on the mat in their hut, in the far reaches of the village, where she left her. Achieni would not move until she…