Growing up in J-Town, that picturesque but chilly town popularly called Tin City, Christmas announced its coming to you in many ways before it eventually arrived. The period between November and February was extremely cold and breezy. The harmattan whistled and sang furiously as trees and grasses danced just as furiously to its rhythm. The…
The Shape of the Stars – Udochukwu Chidera | Short Story There I stood, looking through the window with wandering eyes, staring at the pale moon and wishing to see your reflection in the stars that danced in the sky. I wished to ride the Milky Way on Santa’s reindeers and meet you at…
The approaching dusk, serenity and the glimmer of the water’s reflection in Ikem’s eyes as he paddles us downstream and into safety is how I always want to remember this place. Our special place. The wooden craft, our canoe–that we had called Kadi for no particular reason other than that we loved the sound…
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