Mama held on to her daughter. Tears ran down her cheeks and her chin before forming a small puddle on her daughter’s shoulder. Tears trickled down her daughter’s back when Mama lifted her up her feet, set her down, disengaged her tight hold and stared into her face. She repeated her action a second time, … Continue reading Let Boko Haram come back and see
My heart sank deep inside the bottomless pit as I helplessly watched the specimen in front of me. “Haipy Baidaay Mine Loves” was slobbered – in an ill-fitting combination of pink, green, blue, brown and other dirty looking icing colours – on the slanting square-shaped thing labeled a cake.