Suleiman made his debut appearance in our compound on the day Iya Bunmi died. There had been a deafening scream that hot afternoon coming from the long hollow hallway where six little cubicles served as bathrooms for the innumerable tenants of our house. Fathers were away at work; well, all fathers but mama Ejima’s quarrelsome […]
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