You enter and your soul evaporate from your body, the keys slip out of your hand. Headache pays rent on your mind and a serious confusion plays a familiar symphony on the background. Bodies lay in awkward positions. You make out dear Kimberly’s frail body, her face hidden behind the cushion, her legs sprawled like she was raped but she wasn’t, it’s worst.
MAGUN I was about eight, when Brother Kayode would come over to the house to fix one faulty electrical appliance or another. He
I knew I would not mind if they gave me big ugly uniforms. I looked in the back and saw Common Entrance. He was not talking. I hated him less. Nothing special. Just the way a child hates a dead child less.