THE DIARY OF DABIRA CHAPTER ELEVEN
‘Hello Dabra, can you hear me?’ Nana’s voice pricked my eardrum. ‘I’m listening,’ I whispered. ‘Please, speak up; my…
‘Hello Dabra, can you hear me?’ Nana’s voice pricked my eardrum. ‘I’m listening,’ I whispered. ‘Please, speak up; my…
‘Dabira, is this really you?’ Chief Mbadiwe walked towards me, smiling. As he drew nearer, a familiar cologne wafted…
‘So near, yet we seem very far apart from each other,’ Adaora shook her head as she approached my…
The strange figure turned off the flashlight and then powered the fluorescent bulb. ‘Who are you?’ I trembled before a…
The bus driver took a detour towards the busy Agege Motor road. My several pleas for the driver to…
“Thank God, she’s here finally! Iya Goke exclaimed the moment I entered our family house at Ibadan. ‘Good afternoon, ma.’…
The next day saw me preparing for my journey back to Lagos. The moment I mounted the bike to the…