Tag / short story
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The Orange Seller
By: Wonuola Lawal It’s a Friday evening in Lagos and I’ve just finished selling my oranges. There are a few left but sales wise; it’s been a good day. I was able…
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The Prostitute’s Daughter
I saw you today and my face beamed with joy. And I began to think about the lessons I had learned from being with guys like you and for that, I say thank…
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unSacrificial
My body. The body of my mother. The body of her mother. Always ready to be the altar available to receive the communal sins and pain of all. If there…
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