“I am sorry my daughter,” my mother said as she tried to touch my arm which had a drip on it. I quickly removed my hands and prevented her fromRead More
“…The accused, Mrs. Cynthia Okafor is hereby sentenced to death by hanging for the murder of Nkechi Obi.” I kept smiling as the judge passed his judgement. One look atRead More
My name is Ugomma.
I was named after the beautiful eagle. But that’s the irony of my life; there was nothing that was really beautiful or eagle-like about my existence.Read More
When I was young, I watched a lot of American police movies; I used to sit with my eyes glued to the telly, watching how the good guys always caughtRead More