BY ABIOSE A. ADAMS Naffy wore no make-up because she believes make-up was for women who still wanted to be attractive to men,…
BY ABIOSE A. ADAMS Fridays were for binges. Saturdays were sober. Sundays were solemn. Mondays were serious. This was the order of the…
BY ABIOSE ADAMS He had many aliases and many alliances—emperor, d-don, senior man, baba, honourable, but my aunt called him dear, because, for…
BY ABIOSE A. ADAMS Iwa was bombastic and threw tantrums. Sheri was mid-way bombastic, but with a charm. Adeiwa’s charm was that she…
BY ABIOSE A. ADAMS To rid the baby and rid the memories of Tunbi or to keep the baby and keep the door…
BY ABIOSE A. ADAMS My phone rang 12 times. I looked at it. It was an unknown number. I hissed and tossed it aside.…
BY ABIOSE A. ADAMS “Unapologetically Shewa” is a story of Shewa and Sheri. Both of them are single mothers who live in a…