The Reading Book

By Paul Anozie: One day, an old shriveled book in a dank corner of a public library decided it did not want to be a book no more; it did not want to be read without end by humans, but…

COKE

By Paul Anozie: COKE Swollen and taut as a Yoruba tom-tom, Ngozi was all belly and bones as she lay helplessly on a tiny part of a bed in the children’s ward at Christ the Saviour Hospital. Her pulse had…