Fiction: Home By Adédoyin Àjàyí
You think of Tolani more. You think of FaceTiming him. You practice what you want to say. But you find that you keep forgetting. You finally find the courage to call him. You FaceTime him. Your hands are clammy and your stomach feels queasy. He picks. But unless his hair grew into dreads and he’s started wearing beads around his neck, that’s not him