SCENE—ACHALUGO is standing, rubbing her stomach. ONYEGBULA enters the sitting room, stares at ACHALUGO
In A, you meet on a dreary Sunday eve. 1. You’re the gentle new neighbour
It would take an hour to have me bleed out if I slit my wrists.
Dearest Mama, “It has been thirty years since I left home, without leaving a word
There was only one way out of the viewing centre and it was clear to
The skincare therapist tells me stories as she works on my body, as she makes
I You left. On that Friday night when I entered your room at Odenigwe, it
Dede, boyed to silence, thrashes the earth in mouthed struggle there is so much to
Finally I am awake. I bite my lips, tell myself nobody died.Yesterday four men strangled
The thing in my head tells me I am going to die soon & the