How we Born Memories-Adaeze M. Nwadike

Makurdi is your honey arms that make you an oyster. Makurdi is the way you kiss, four times or none at all. Makurdi is your eyes, as mysterious as Atlantic, this is how I choose to remember this place. Here, the sun is brightest. It comes out earlier than you and goes to sleep later … Continue reading How we Born Memories-Adaeze M. Nwadike