A DAY WITH CARLA CARLSON


01 A Day With Carla Carlson The little girl sat just a few feet away from me. A crease on her face, her eyes swollen; looking like she had deprived […]

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MEMOIRS OF A BROKEN HEART 8


Akin had great pleasure breaking the news to me as we sat in the car headed back to central Abuja city. It felt like an ice-box had replaced my heart. […]

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MEMOIRS OF A BROKEN HEART 7


Akin was stunned. It was hard to believe the gravity of his mistake. Never had he been that careless, not in many years of scheming. “It’s Fred’s fault,” he said […]

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