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“Chebe ihe nketa anyị, Chebe ụlọ anyị.” Her voice wobbly yet audible, with gracious tears trickling down her dim almond...

The ocean is not silent-- it speaks in breathless undertows, in the hush between crashing waves, in the aching sigh...

I grew up with two languages, two types of weather— two homes, cleaved by a restless sea. at the Gram,...