Maama used to lie in every story she told us “Us” was bones so she needed flesh on us And flesh on us was what my aunty called growing up- When your manhood could differentiate planting a seed from growing a crop. Growing a crop meant little minds were put dead- ‘Put dead’, another couple […]
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