Alphabet series

L is for Landlord

My first landlord was cheap. We had a broken boiler in the middle of a cold Liverpool winter. In a house where the radiators stayed lukewarm despite the ticks of the pipes, my brother, sister and I would stand in the hallway, frost floating out of our mouths, warming ourselves up with futile talk about reporting the landlord to the…

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Alphabet series

N is for Nigerian Utopia

Picture a child, all her parents’ hopes and dreams distilled into flesh. When she is born, in a state of the art hospital in the town of Gboko, her birth almost untethers her mother. Her mother’s life is held stubbornly in the hands of an obstetrician fully trained at the university up the road. His voice is the first that…

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Alphabet series

F is for Faith

Sometime in the 90’s, somewhere between moving away from us doing the running man to doing Patra’s butterfly, my mother was made a deaconess at her church. In keeping with her new position, I assumed, we began to have house fellowships. We, the reluctant attendees, were encouraged to invite our friends but inevitably ended up with the same circle in…

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