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She typed back: “I resign.”

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“I never forgot,” she said. “I just buried it under marble floors.” Evi Edna Ogholi - No Place Like Home

She looked at the phone. Then she looked at the boy with the plastic bottle. He had caught a small tilapia. She typed back: “I resign

She hung up. Mama Patience handed her a hoe. “The yams need planting,” the old woman said. “You think you can remember how?” Evi Edna Ogholi - No Place Like Home