By Iteveh Ekpokpobe We danced. The last time I saw her, we really danced. Mama Takaroma was there. It was in Odugala Street. The wind was on our side. So where the elements. We danced to a song, though we did not sing. We only mimed. GrandMa Egbedi called me ‘Okesi’ as she fondly does. […]