SHARE THIS POST:WHEN NEXT YEAR COMES THE NEXT MINUTE – WRITTEN BY RUTH TORTY  The night Ogechi called you and invited you over for lunch, you almost said no but you swallowed it back and said yes. As you sit across from Ogechi at the restaurant she recommended, you are wondering why you didn’t turn ...

I knew I was a dwarf, a person who, many educated people struggle to accept. I knew it did not count that I was rich or successful–I would always be a dwarf.

I liked the silence and routine in our house. Today was like every other day; I worked on my content writing, Eche on his web designs while Orji went out to see his friends. Afternoons are best for content writing; the nights were for other things. Somehow my Father thinks we work at nights, a ...