We waded through water

"Hurricane Orji came in the night. It came like the ghosts of the hundreds of swine Jesus cast into the sea, still possessed; hungry and howling and running riot like they had been told, Go! again. It came like the restless spirits of the hundreds of thou

“Let the breeze blow your brain small,” he would say,  “so you will be more intelligent.”

By Hymar David

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A week before all hell broke loose, we were living in a rented flat on the third floor of a three storey apartment in CMS, close enough to smell the sea even though the tall buildings surrounding our house blocked it from view. Mama got out of bed tha…