
“Everyone agreed that something had gone wrong; Kunle had died this way: getting to his twenty-second birthday, Kunle who hated fish, had slumped at a fish market and died.” ON THE DAY that I, Tola, was to buy a soul, my father walked into my room and informed me that there were no souls […]
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