An Origami Folding with Multiple Layers of Loss, Grief and Injustice: A Review of Ifesinachi Nwadike’s How Morning Remembers the Night by Frank Eze.
I think this songbird with a deluge of grief and anguish, mining in the cave of silence has more truths to tell us. One is left Oliver Twisting as one nears the closing pages of the book. He has proven, through the gift of this book, to take-up one of many difficult roles of the writer:
