Broken Promise – Part 6 of 6 (End)
A few months later, we received the acknowledgement of our application from the immigration office. Towanda started visiting me frequently and making demands. She wanted a new phone, her car…
Broken Promise – Part 5 of 6
I couldn’t believe her. I loved her. I would never leave or hurt her. I assured her that if I managed to travel with the Chief that I would immediately…
Broken Promise – Part 4 of 6
We continued to watch her as she hitched up her skirt and waded into the river, moving nearer to the marshes to scoop fresh water into her bucket. She started…
Broken Promise – Part 3 of 6
I was absolutely convinced that the shock of this squalid and sordid environ would have proved to be too rough on my gentle Maryam. I wouldn’t have endured exposing her…
Broken Promise – Part 2 of 6
I had used to dream of Maryam sitting in the car beside me on our way home from the airport, picturing the wonderment and joy in her voice. How thrilled…
Broken Promise – Part 1 of 6
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 1 of 6) ‘Hello, hello. Gogo, are you there, can you hear me?’ I heard the worried voice of my brother, Ndudi, inquiring from the other end…
African of the Week – Ejine Okoroafor – Ezediaro
Ejine Okoroafor was born and raised in Nigeria. She initially completed B.Sc. in Physics from the University of Port Harcourt, Nigeria before studying Medicine in the Ukraine.
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BIBI is dead; her body was found in the bushes yesterday.” Emeka, my husband had announced dispassionately after he got off the phone. “Aha… …! I responded noncommittally without a…