© Folakemi Emem-Akpan Against the noonday chill that only I seem to be feeling, I hunch my shoulders and pull my cardigan tighter. Inside of
One man, two worlds. Torn between culture and comfort, what is and what had been…
We are born alone…and we die alone. It’s what we fill the space in between with that matters
When your water breaks, you feel a dull roar of panic. You are not afraid of the delivery or scared for the baby. You’ve put
All over again © Folakemi Emem-Akpan Hope. Her name is both a reflection and a supplication. Hope because we waited eleven years to have her.