
LIFE IN THE SLUM
By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: I watched how the old woman was arranging the bread, from column to column, row to row. As hungry as I am, I looked at my wrinkled shirt and the pockets of my faded Ankara trousers…
By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: I watched how the old woman was arranging the bread, from column to column, row to row. As hungry as I am, I looked at my wrinkled shirt and the pockets of my faded Ankara trousers…