Before asking for the heads of Nigerians working abroad that dread returning home please take the courage to inculcate some decorum in the Nigerian police force, repair the death traps called roads, and advise the rogues called politicians to grow up…

I am still waiting your ansa to my last letter. Hope things are all fine with you as you prepar for wite aus. How are Auntie Winshell and my shidren? Hope fine. Mama Sarah and all famili in Kenya and Nigeria have sent her greetings…

The Emperor’s Son

by Gaga Ekeh
by Gaga Ekeh

One evening I was chatting with Asata outside the student union.  He had, he said, some “bomb weed.”  I had tried weed before and it did nothing for me.  But I was never one to turn free stuff down.  So we strolled and we smoked…