I remember this like yesterday. We had this woman everyone called Auntie Margaret. She wasn’t our auntie by blood, but in our old compound, you didn’t need blood to be family. You just needed to be kind… and show up. And Auntie Margaret? Oh, she showed up with a big smile, warm pots of jollof,...
Theme: Body Safety & Family Silence I was about nine when I first noticed something strange. Uncle Tayo was like a family fixture. He was always around. Not really our uncle, but everyone called him that. He lived in the boys’ quarters behind our compound and had a room filled with comic books, action figures,...
