Christmas Day
I hate Christmas. I hate it with a passion, I have unconditional hatred for Christmas and anything associated with it; … Continue reading Christmas Day
I hate Christmas. I hate it with a passion, I have unconditional hatred for Christmas and anything associated with it; … Continue reading Christmas Day
Oyin died one month ago today. She died in front of my eyes; the look of shock plastered on her … Continue reading The Sting of Death
The Bastard waved his gun in the air like the maniac I knew him to be. ‘OYA, LET’S GO’! he … Continue reading The Pestle, the Mortar and the Bastard III
For the umpteenth time that day, I asked myself why I had agreed to this. Continue reading The Calabash
The Man. He stands at the door, his massive frame blocking the doorway and limiting the light that shone through. … Continue reading The Pestle, the Mortar and the Bastard II