Evi Edna Ogholi - No Place Like Home <2024>

An old woman emerged from a hut. Mama Patience. She had been the village midwife. She squinted, then her toothless mouth opened in a gasp.

She looked at the phone. Then she looked at the boy with the plastic bottle. He had caught a small tilapia. Evi Edna Ogholi - No Place Like Home

“I never forgot,” she said. “I just buried it under marble floors.” An old woman emerged from a hut

“ Ebiere! The little one who ran away to the white man’s school!” “I didn’t run away, Mama,” Ebiere said, her voice breaking. “I just… left.” She squinted, then her toothless mouth opened in a gasp

Home is not where you are from. Home is where you are allowed to be poor in money but rich in breath. Home is where the fire burns not to destroy, but to cook your dinner. Home is the red earth beneath your feet when you finally stop running.