Ezinne Akam
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GLIMPSE (JOURNAL)
It is a cool Wednesday evening, eighteen minutes past seven, and I’m laying on my bed, covering my legs with the yellow wrapper my mother gave to me four years ago. I’m reading a book by Chimamanda that I bought… Continue reading
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Strange Ordeal in Lagos Traffic (Poem)
“Please help me Ma” A woman cried. I looked at her & my eyes widened with surprise Lying in her arms was a thin sick child Whose eyes sunk deep in their sockets and just may die “Please help me… Continue reading


