In the sprawling suburbs of Abuja, Binta Zubairu—a devout fifty-five-year-old widow, grandmother of five—woke up to the smell of cockroaches and knew something inauspicious was about to happen. What she didn’t expect was that twenty-five-year-old Hassan ‘Reza’, a weed dealer, thug for hire and street-gang leader, would scale her fence and land in ‘the puddle that was her heart’. Binta yearns for intimacy after the sexual ...
