Cell One
Fiction by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: “The first time our house was robbed, it was our neighbor Osita who climbed in through the dining-room window . . . . The second time our house was robbed, it was my brother.”
"How much did they give you for my gold?" / "Oh! Chi m egbuo m! My God has killed me!" — a mother's discovery of her son's betrayal