A COLLAB BETWEEN FAITH OLAWALE (@sage) & FAITH DANIEL (@raniel)
@Raniel
With teary eyes, I looked down at my wife. She was sound asleep, lips slightly parted. Ezinne, seven months gone and round as a watermelon. I remembered when we made this baby. Coiled together breathing from each other's breath, entwined like the weave on her hair, now loose from age. Those were the days when we could afford to sleep, and make merry in each other's arms.
Emoefe, the first born of my father, King Tokoni now deceased. For decades abandoned his people for reasons unknown to any. I was , fifteen then, barely had hairs on my man hood. Suddenly bestowed with the role of leading the great people of the Ada-iri clan.
Twenty years have passed with the taste of cold ogi(pap). Having to be a man before I...