june contest

How We Birth Misandry

I’m here at this funeral, but I’m really not here. Maybe I should’ve stayed home, but Simi was my best friend.
Two months ago, Jide publicly engaged Simi but eventually got married to someone else. A week later, Simi ingested “Sniper” – I failed her.
After the service, I board a bike in the pursuit of solitude. A man in a fancy car requests for my number in traffic; I decline. It starts to drizzle. The bike man orders me down in solidarity with my suitor. Devastated, I join the sky to weep for Simi and the human race.


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