
Oyinola
Sep 74 min read
Made with love... and grief.
After my writing hiatus, I knew the first piece I wanted to write was on my grandma, Phebean. I knew it after she arrived again in June. On the day she arrived from Nigeria, I received a call from my mum, and she was really upset. She wasn't crying or anything, but I could hear it in the tone of her voice. My mum is naturally expressive, so even this caught me off-guard. She shared some things, which I won't go into (because I am still very much a Nigerian babe). Without putt



