GRASPING THE NETTLE. Five years old, suddenly alone; in a Childrens’ Home.He was cared for, as one of manywhich crushed and confused his identityand meant a little boy grew, without self-value. Eight years later and his mind is full ofself-loathing imaginings intertwined like bramble.Dispiriting thoughts, tangled; like the curls on his head,as if tousled and […]
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The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i) 