The Death of Our Storyteller

But the story never ever ends. Never!

I dived deep, swam underwater to the other side of the river, and resurfaced to breathe again. I hear you think I drowned, and you have been asking fishermen if they saw my floating body.

They won’t. I am waving and hoping you will look up to see me standing on the other shore, smiling at you.



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Obinna Uruakpa

I am your Brother and a Seeker of the Infinite. I came this time among the Igbos. I share the sights, sounds, and scents of my journey in simple stories. .