“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned,” I said in a profound contrite tone displaying the deep-seated regret that ran through my soul. “Speak my son” The clear whispering voice of the priest sipped through the numerous holes that separated us both
Eze Aram! Eze Aram! Okwudili’s feet stumped the grass merciless as he moved each with the strength of a gorilla. The roots of the giant Akpu tree at the center of Nkwo market square crawls into the footpaths. It was a