The Last Supper in Grand Asaba Odogwu’s* feast had won, everyone jumbled into Uncle’s car, fingers fitting from tanks of grounded coffee. Our round bellies lunged over buttons like slumped canyons, a town of flies seemed to hypnotise the mouth of swollen sky denting the roof of the car, a fan of floating moths … Continue reading ‘The Last Supper in Grand Asaba’ by Lizzy Dijeh