Facing the storm

The young woman sat silently, pensively, like a monk in deep meditation. In her heart, she felt lonely and abandoned; like a single pair of footsteps in a long barren desert. I can’t be the first woman! And I can’t be the only one! “Mrs. Damilo…” “Miss…Damilola”, she corrected, smiling nervously at the attorney. The… Read More Facing the storm

Sundown[1]

Ifeadigo was in a vacuum. The chaos and noise around him could not penetrate the sorrow that now enveloped him like a shell. Time was timeless. Even the phalanx of hands pulling him from his kneeling position could not shake him from his daze. His benumbed arms held the body of his mother, now growing… Read More Sundown[1]