VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche

MY FATHER WORE GRIEF AS A GARMENT. Today my father cuts his hair low, he looks older & tired.  i can see it from his eyes,  myriad of life’s untold tales. i am looking through his private diaries locked up & hidden, maybe i will be lucky to see some of good recorded memories  ofContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche”