Labour is the crowning test of misery for the unnamed girl at the beginning of Olatunji Ololade’s Of gods and their claytoys. For the teenager, birth pangs arrive as a banishment and a reckoning. She moves through the night, distressed, her mind retreating into the imagined embrace of a home that no longer exists.
“Labour pangs swirled buoyant imagery of the parents she hardly knew in her head; lucid portraits of her mother’s splendid beauty, her father’s gracious strength and…
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