oluseyi OGUNLANA

The Budding Hunters

It was a week into my two-week holiday in Simawa, a remote village where my parents had dumped me in the care of my frail grandmother and sneaked away to Sagamu, the main town, a couple of kilometers away. Of course, they needed to get rid of me. I knew I was in for it when my mother said in her usual soft but persuasive voice: “Darling Seyi, Iyeem

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