read part one here: http://www.naijastories.com/2019/05/the-chronicles-of-koruga/ But, this news of my father meant little to me. As far as I was concerned, he was a distant memory I knew nothing about. As I mused and ate, a flurry of commotion broke out in the lunch and she walked in. Everyone was afraid of her and as … Continue reading THE CHRONICLES OF KORUGA Part 2.
I sit alone on a plain field in Abuja. I am thirty years old. I am wearing a layer of dust. I have only two small lips painted red in a pout on the yellow lining of my stomach. The upper lip had an indentation on it. A newspaper dated 1988 is left in an … Continue reading It is Like Deja Vu.