“Open the windows. Please….”, Kunle screamed. The prickly fire melting his lungs.
Kunle was a wolf in cheap clothing. He walked around with dying lungs, a cigar in his lips and an air of importance. He would […]
A smile would cross your eyes as you remembered Tinuke slapping the back of your head and calling you her “personal fish” .
Life’s subtle irony.
The twirling waves, dour brown, would slap against your neck. A […]