The Old Woman … By Chidera Duru

I helped an old woman carry a basket of fruits to her roadside kiosk. When I dropped the basket, the woman looked at me, her gaze soft and piteous, and she said, “My son, I would have blessed you, but you see, there is no use. You will die tomorrow!” My ears immediately felt stuffed, as if with wool. “What?” My heart started racing. She … Continue reading The Old Woman … By Chidera Duru