Engraved upon the palms of God’s Hands
By Okwudili Umeweni
What a wonderful sleep I was having that cold morning of December, years ago in the small room I shared with my friend off campus. The compound had no fence but it contained close to fifty rooms similar to mine, all filled with students except for a mother and her newly born baby.
All of a sudden, I was awoken by a scream let out by a neighbor. I got up from my bed and the clock said some minutes past 1a.m. The screaming repeated itself. Now it was followed by a hush from a bolder voice. (more…)
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