by Akinsola Oluwatunmise Akin The sun blazed down with austerity as various cars drove into the compound of chief Popoola, the party chairman. This was to be the final meeting before the election. In a short while, everyone was settled. Olusola Benson,... Read More

Here is where all the survivors come, a morsel of bread in the morning, two servings of rice at noon, tuwo at night. It’s same everyday but it is better than no food. Every day more and more people come into the camp and the food servings... Read More

He said he thought I was pretty, that my smile reminded him of his mother. I smiled even more.   It was at the park, this new space of comfort I had discovered. I’d often go there and listen to the wind, its music, notes dancing into each... Read More