Mama was good at slapping things.
She would slap her television, each time she watched Igbo news and it displayed odd colours. Sometimes, I thought Mama struck the television too hard to show me that her wisps of grey hair couldn't stop her from striking a blow. Sometimes, Mama would demonstrate on my body. She would scratch and slap and blow and choke, and no one would hear my cries or come to my aid because we lived alone on a large piece of land—save Pastor Ejiro and Dorcas, who rented a house near the far end of the land.
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Jonathan and Other Weird Stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories 1) THABISA Tunde is gay, and Jabulani has his eyes on him. Angry eyes, filled with weird desires. All his life, Tunde has felt bound with shackles, longing to taste freedom. Real freedom---to walk down the streets, smil...
