ACHEBE’S DREAM
It was morning. And I was
already in my blue skirt and white shirt Holy Rosary Secondary School’s
uniform, ready to go to school. But I still needed to conclude my every morning
before-you-go-to-school tasks. I went straight to the window louvers and took
out of the many sacks there, the one whose size I thought could contain all the
spices I would be taking to the market.
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