is the story of Adesuwa.
The sun had not yet decided to rise when Adesuwa was already on her feet. That was how it had always been in the Osifo compound. The roosters crowed, the dogs stirred, and Adesuwa moved. She would fold her wrapper neatly, splash cold water on her face from the bucket beside the door, and begin sweeping the compound, fetching continue reading …
