It wasn’t surprising how people gathered with the speed of light whenever an alarm was raised on our street. Usually, the first group of spectators, or rather gossips consisted women. You would see one tying her wrapper as it fell flying while she ran to the scene, and another holding her cut, worn out slippers. … Continue reading Ghosts
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.
By Ochuko Tonukari When I was very young, way back in the 80s, one of the few places that filled me with a sense of wonder and curiosity was the Sapele market. I love it at all times of the day, in all its moods; crowded and gay in the afternoon, deserted and mysterious … Continue reading The Sapele Market of my childhood