Season of Crimson Blossoms by Abubakar Adam Ibrahim

30151412.jpeg– Hajiya Binta Zubairu was finally born at fifty-five when a dark-lipped rogue with short, spiky hair, like a field of minuscule anthills, scaled her fence and landed, boots and all, in the puddle that was her heart. –

– Binta envied [this mother’s] liberty she enjoyed, this luxury of calling her first child by its name and holding it and treating it like one’s beloved. Such affection she, Bita, had never experienced from her mother, nor dispensed to her late son Yaro. –

– She dreamt in sepia. –

– After growing wings through indiscretion, Hajiya Binta, contrary to her expectation, did not transform into an eagle, but an owl that thrived in the darkness. –

– For the loss of a loved one, tragic as it is, dose not, in any way, compare to the loss of the memory of who they were. –

– When surrounded by vultures, try not to die. –

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