Find yourself In A Story With Green Black Tales.

There is something scary about life, something disheartening about life, something exhausting about life. That thing sends chills down one’s spine, it causes the anger or happiness that was once in one’s body to suddenly dissipate, it leaves goosebumps on one’s skin and makes one still for a long time…

Golden hour was upon the land. Already, the sky had turned into a vibrant hue of orange that spelled the beginning of dusk. This served her well. Her youngest was playing in the shallow end of the river with the other children. She had always warned Kira to keep to the shallow end, nearer to the bank.

Her fear was not without foundation.

The year Papa died, I realised God was a mortal man too because I think he died with Papa. Mama wailed, I wept, Chibundu cried, then Mama followed suit the way I had seen flies follow nsi at Papa's small cassava farm.