Idara’s Son | Collins Undelikwo | Short Fiction
In Mesembe’s house, Saturdays were for cooking Afang soup. Both of his wives would go to the market, early—each with the goal of getting there before the other—just to buy the best ingredients
In Mesembe’s house, Saturdays were for cooking Afang soup. Both of his wives would go to the market, early—each with the goal of getting there before the other—just to buy the best ingredients