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And Christmas died in Minna

And Christmas died in Minna

A childhood memory of Christmas.   It starts with the sun: the large red disc that appears at dusk up behind the houses and right atop the Fadama. The sun and then the smells: the scent of dust and bush fires and finally the aroma of fried meat and frying tomatoes. The sun assumed that colour … Continue reading And Christmas died in Minna

Cough Syrup, My Friend.

Cough Syrup, My Friend.

I was once pretty, Samira with the brown skin, luscious brown lips and big dark eyes. Now I looked like a skeleton coated with flesh. My eyes had become small with small bags underneath. My over stretched skin could feel the starchy hospital bed sheet. The white walls of my small hospital rooms, was a … Continue reading Cough Syrup, My Friend.