I write in droplets.
My Latest Posts
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- Mmuka.My grandmother’s room could have passed for a museum. A museum of memories stored in basins, gbanban. Basins filled with things once lost and later found. Basins of dried tears and blood clots. BasinsContinue reading “Mmuka.”
- Omor’mo!Long before I ever understood the culture, I learned to be proud of my heritage and to cherish the blessedness of my existence as an Omor’mor. Umor wo den! And before schoolContinue reading “Omor’mo!”
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