The Pain of Losing an Election
CEASELESS RAIN HALTS SLEEPLESS STREET
Sometimes, Teachers Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed
The World's Best Teacher, My Mother, My Friend
WRITERS VALUE WORDS, LIKE FARMERS THEIR CROP
God's Child On The Run: THE WRONG TRIBE
My Friends, There Is Fire Outside
We thought of the big wild cities, full of night life and how our girls would burn into flames, consumed to ashes without the protection of our teachers and the strong safety net of the school compound where the watchmen guarded us like termite soldiers at the door of a Queen's Anthill palace. I often asked the other girls about the fire outside but no one was willing to explain. In my naive mind, I thought perhaps they were sinners and were going to face the wrath of God as promised in the Holy Book.