By Paola Brigneti and Shadrack Egbonimali
“Are you ready?” the mother asked.
She tumbled out of the car, dishevelled. She felt dirty, her every sinew feeling like there were a thousand icy knives plunged into them. Cold. Shocked. White. Numb.
Little Edirin was excited. It was a holiday today, and she was getting to visit her grandmother.