Proceeds from the sale of this edition of Chasing Butterflies will benefit Worldreader and the Working to Advance African Women (WAAW) Foundation. Both organizations make a huge difference in the lives of children, their families and communities. It is an honour to partner with them. Please consider lending your support by buying the e-book on
Like he did on most mornings, Dipo stood by the gate and waited for the friendly bread seller. Spying her in the distance he opened his mouth, “Omo oni bread!” The young woman waited for a lull in traffic before she ran across the two-lane road. “My better customer, good morning,” she said as he
On March 16, 2015, I published my novella, Chasing Butterflies. Available only in an e-book format, proceeds from the sale of this edition will benefit Worldreader and the Working to Advance African Women (WAAW) Foundation. Both organizations make a huge difference in the lives of children, their families and communities. It is an honour to
Coco Davies adjusted the lenses of her pedestal mounted, military-style binoculars as she surveyed Elm Street through sheer window curtains. Until the real estate season began things were manageable on the east-end Toronto cul-de-sac. They had the standard-issue nosey neighbors, loud children playing in the street past a decent time, runaway garbage cans, the usual
Photo © Tosinger Gabby could have sworn that she heard organ music. It came as a surprise since she was meant to be alone in the building. She felt like Alice in Wonderland as she held on to the long-handled broom and walked up and down the church hallway. There were no holes in sight. Not like