It started with an F. A big red F, circled like a wound on his result slip. Chuka stared at it in the dim glow of the cyber café monitor, heart slum...Read more
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The bright lights overhead lit up the worn floor of the sports center, making it feel cold. I stood at the entrance of Pitch 4, leaning on my crutch...Read more
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I’d been in Umudioka for six weeks, a small Igbo village in southeast Nigeria where everyone knew each other, and I was a stranger. At 27, I’d left ...Read more
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