The beginning
Growing up as a kid, I knew there was something unusual about my birth because of what almost everyone often told me. Mom would sometimes uncover her...
Letter to Osagyefo
Osagyefo, Happy birthday to you once again. It’s always a joy to write to you, though I must confess I’m incensed at your refusal to send...
When it becomes too late.
So there was this man, in his late sixties, who often bought drugs from our chemical store. He’d sometimes take the drugs on credit and promise...