Don’t tell me how to grieve If you have not walked in my shoes!Don’t tell me how to grieve If you have no unmarked grave by your farmland!Don’t tell me how to grieveIf you have never discovered a chest of ammunition in your yard! Don’t
In June,Face your fears,Brave the odds,Do the impossible,Walk on water. Chizzy Nwokoye
My earliest memory of my mum is of her in wide-rimmed glasses, Jerry curls, and a sling handbag. She worked as a researcher/scientist at PRODA. In the evenings, I would sit on our front patio waiting for her. We lived in a big (in my
Over the past 1 month, I have read 3 books and watched a movie that discussed issues concerning women and young girls in rural communities. The leading theme of those stories was about young underage girls being married off for bride price, as a bargaining
