When I finish telling you this story, please don’t ask me questions because I have asked myself so many questions and found no answers. I just came back from Ireland where I went to be with my younger sister. She…
Lagos will break your heart – Lucia Edafioka
There are many shortcuts I take home, but I have noticed something on one of them: in the morning there is an old man in rags with little tumours all over his skin but by evening a younger man takes…
