Who Is My Mother? Liza Nene Papadopoulos doesn’t know! All she knows is Auntie Kate’s deceit, the trauma, and agony of feeling like an orphan but knowing she isn’t and that irrepressible desire to find her mother. The pitiless, twisting turns of fate keep mother and daughter apart but drawing ever closer. A typical Ewkensi story; gripping and fascinating from the page to the last.

I believe that from the moment that power is deemed culpable in anyway, each family should, in place of or after its regulation morning prayes, make a ritual of throwing their breakfast slop at a pinned-up photograph of the symbol of power before going out to earn a living under an insupportable system. Every morning religiously…