© Folakemi Emem-Akpan After four boys, I was tired, fed-up, sick of maleness. It screamed at me from every corner of our home; toy trucks,

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© Folakemi Emem-Akpan After four boys, I was tired, fed-up, sick of maleness. It screamed at me from every corner of our home; toy trucks,
A patch and a hope © Folakemi Emem-Akpan My back groans in protest as I heave myself to my feet. It’s been a grueling
This one wish (c) Folakemi Emem-Akpan An achingly cold night. The Harmattan wind buffets my face, stings at the frozen line of tears there. I