Dead of night saw a pamphlet, full of love messages, been filtered through. Never a day passed without it’s owner blessing the trader that had rained him with spit on the bus trying to sell it.
Zeroing in on one, he typed and sent it to Lola, Bridget and Halima. His phone beeped with ‘I love you’s.
He turned in.
Morning saw Ife sprinting to the toilet. But, What was this?! His balls? Where were his balls?!
Heart beating a ragged tattoo, Ife dashed to check the bed but, all his terrified eyes saw were two little mounds of dust.