Landfill | Uyiosa Ogieva | Fiction
I live in a small wooden house with my mother and junior brother in Olusosun community. The community is close to the Olusosun landfill (which gives it its name). So close that the air is perpetually permeated with the stench of millions of waste cooking in the sun. Night here is nearly as bright […]
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I live in a small wooden house with my mother and junior brother in Olusosun community. The community is close to the Olusosun landfill (which gives it its name). So close that the air is perpetually permeated with the stench of millions of waste cooking in the sun. Night here is nearly as bright […]
