No. 32 Ene Ndem | Anthonia Okokon | Fiction
When I thought of home, I thought of Calabar, of No. 32 Ene Ndem, with its uneven stairwell, chipped at the sides and desperately in need of a second or third coat of mortar. I thought of the walk up the stairs and the cautious steps you had to take at the sixth and […]
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When I thought of home, I thought of Calabar, of No. 32 Ene Ndem, with its uneven stairwell, chipped at the sides and desperately in need of a second or third coat of mortar. I thought of the walk up the stairs and the cautious steps you had to take at the sixth and […]
