Kunmi Olamiju

  • She bathed herself in expensive perfumes, the way he liked. Wearing the jamailya that he had bought, she painted an exquisite mask over her strained face. She brought out the fine china, fitting for the sumptuous […]

  • Filthy. The only way to describe the stench. It is a filthy smell.
    Not many of them are left. Twenty in a four-man cell. Not many should be left.
    I offered the captured loiterers the chance to call again. Do you […]

  • I dwell in the abyss that is your deepest fears, in the dark corners of your heart illumined by only moonlight. At night when you tussle on the bed reliving your failures and worry, I feast. Engorged from your […]