I was very young when I started asking about my father. We lived in a compound house. Every household had a man in it. A man who was in control of the affairs of the household. We had none.
All I had was my mother. I saw her going to the market early in the morning and coming back late in the night. In the afternoon when I returned from school, I would join her in the market. That’s where I would have my lunch and also do my homework. In the evening, I would help her pack all the….Read Full Story Here.…….