
Sometimes, God happens in showers. Papa once owned a house. At Angwa Rimi in Jos. When he and his friends spoke of houses the same way women speak of pregnancies, his often sounded much like a stillbirth. The house collapsed, already roofed and plastered, after days of ceaseless showers. I never saw the house; […]
from Brittle Paper http://bit.ly/2IY04OY
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