She had carried Achieni in her palms when she was born, the size of a small dehusked coconut, premature. She knew then looking at her tiny eyelids, nose and mouth that she would love her. That something good had come out from her, from the evil that went into her.
Tag: Fiction
Short Story Fiction: In Guarding The Green Hemmed Boxes
My name is Ogbenta Ugboelu. I am a freedom fighter....