“Growing up, I had never lost anyone that made me feel like a part of me had left me, but when I lost Kolade, I knew that something left me. I remember during his burial, when some media houses wanted me to grant interviews, I couldn’t talk. Every time I would open my mouth, Id […]

By Babatunde Okunlola “He picked up the boiling pot of soup alongside the stove and threw it at me.  It was boiling. The stove exploded”  Mary Sunday, light skinned, in her late 30’s, quiet and withdrawn, her oval face and head now covered with a silk brown scarf to hide the scars caused by a […]

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