Death is a coward. A two-faced sneaky thief, that only preys on unsuspecting people. I’ve begged him to come and take me like he took my Kunle and Bola. I guess he’s too scared to look into my swollen eyes. I doubt he’ll have answers to any of my questions. I’ll start with why it had to be my beautiful babies? Or why it wasn’t my cheating husband? The bottle of bleach hung limp in my fingers, as I licked off the acidic liquid that dripped down my chin. I’ll try and summon him again tonight.