Rita’s Mother “What do you mean you don’t know the address?” I scream into the phone. “Honey calm down, I know the place is in Surule…” my husband replies. “Is…
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ARITESIOMA – Part Two
PART TWO Aritesioma I am a child. My name is Aritesioma, but I prefer to be called Arit. Not that anyone has ever asked me. But even if someone did,…
ARITESIOMA – Part One
Eyimofe “Take this, it will take care of everything.” I looked at the pill Gbenga had put in my hands. How could something so small take care of something so…
