Still Becoming

Amara grew up believing love was simple. Her father made it look that way: suya brought home on ordinary evenings, birthdays celebrated whether money was flowing or not, a tenderness she never had to question. So she gave her heart the same way, openly and generously, and often for far longer than she should have. Somewhere between Nigeria and a new life in the United Kingdom, between the men who felt like home and the ones who felt like hope, she began to lose sight of the woman doing all ...