Agaracha Onyinyechi Favour Mama slapped my hand away from the pile of new yams before my fingers could grab one. “Mma, do you want Ala to strike this house?” she snapped. “Biko, these are for tomorrow.” Nneka laughed so hard, she nearly dropped the firewood she held. She was about to boil the last of … Continue reading Agaracha By Onyinyechi Favour