Fiction: The Grace in Motherhood by Adesina Ajala
I raised my back against
the wall with my elbows. She supported me to adjust well. Our eyes met and I
pursed my lips to ask: “How did you know that I’m sick, mother?”
I raised my back against
the wall with my elbows. She supported me to adjust well. Our eyes met and I
pursed my lips to ask: “How did you know that I’m sick, mother?”