Mummy, We Are Not the Women You Raised Us to Be
Dear Ma, I was twenty when I found your voice on radio, Irin Ajo Eda on Raze FM. I still remember the rhythm of your laughter that floated between adverts, the pauses that carried more truth than words. You lived up to your name: Adetayo, obinrin ti n b’afefe rin, the woman who soars with…