My Santa Claus! I whispered, saliva suddenly drying off my throat. I forced myself to breath so I could fully comprehend what was happening. You won’t blame me for forgetting how to breathe for a second after I explain how I got into this perplexed state of extreme shock that has threatened to burst my … Continue reading My Santa Claus
I had always wondered why any sane human or group of humans would name a market “cemetery”. I also had been supplied many answers, but did not believe any of them. No, not until this morning, when Emeka garri vanished before my very eyes. I had been told stories that the market was built over … Continue reading Once Upon A Time In Cemetery Market, Aba, Nigeria.