Over Three Bowls and some Newspapers | Collins Undelikwo | Short Fiction
“At least you’re eating now,” Tunde says with a smile. He sits on the living room carpet with his legs crossed, a small bowl of eba and egusi soup in his hand.
“At least you’re eating now,” Tunde says with a smile. He sits on the living room carpet with his legs crossed, a small bowl of eba and egusi soup in his hand.