Angel Q
A picture book project currently in the works. Started in 2018.
A picture book project currently in the works. Started in 2018.
On a day like any other, Ife went off to school. A speckle of bread tightly clung to her favourite red dress. She was given toast for breakfast. Her mum knows she likes the jam without any knobbly seeds in it. A crowd of three passed by, laughing and hopping from across the road. Ife wondered what they had for breakfast.
The gates were rolled away, and students lined to enter. She saw a teacher in a zipped grey jacket, saying, ‘Morning to you, and to you.’
Ife thought to raise her hand and wave. That was all she could think of doing. All the words she ever knew went off somewhere; somewhere else.
At her school, each and every student had their chair and desk. Ife’s was a bright blue, a colour she thought was second best to purple. The teacher strode into the classroom, and with a pen to a whiteboard taught the class multiples of eight. Ife tried her best to understand.
The gates were rolled away, and students lined to enter. She saw a teacher in a zipped grey jacket, saying, ‘Morning to you, and to you.’
Ife thought to raise her hand and wave. That was all she could think of doing. All the words she ever knew went off somewhere; somewhere else.
At her school, each and every student had their chair and desk. Ife’s was a bright blue, a colour she thought was second best to purple. The teacher strode into the classroom, and with a pen to a whiteboard taught the class multiples of eight. Ife tried her best to understand.