Greener Pastures


By September 6, 2019 No Comments

A hiss was never enough for Mama. She would shrug her head in disappointment at what you had become. Your skirts were always too short, and you cooked salt with some spoons of rice. She had said it time and again that you were useless. You would never be enough for her, despite the nights you spent doing unmentionable jobs. For her allowance, Uju’s school fees and the shops. Despite the cold nights spent crying and drinking the stench you felt around you away. Uncle Uche confirmed it, she had adopted you as a three month old. You were useless.


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