MOTHER OF MIRACLES -Excerpt from a short story by Onotu David Onimisi
MOTHER OF MIRACLES The axe was small and blunt, but with every strike the shelf gave way. I was eleven years old that morning. No one knew except me. I…
MOTHER OF MIRACLES The axe was small and blunt, but with every strike the shelf gave way. I was eleven years old that morning. No one knew except me. I…
HAPPY BOY Sitting on the dusty floor, with back against the wall and knees propped up, shivering in the dark, Happy Boy could see the sky, but there were no…