2015 was the year, the year you plan on getting
married. Lola is a lovely girl, you both will be
“James, it’s done” your husky voice booming into
the receivers ear.
You sit at the dresser hoping they have not
heard you are back into the country, its been
ten years you left the country to run from your
Jide had told you the night before your last
paper in Ojere, “just don’t come back into the
Standing at the alter, side by side with Lola, you
hear from somewhere in the congregation as a
phone rings with the theme “Reggae Blues” you
turn to see Jide smelling at you. In that moment
you remember the names of those you have
shot! in similar way.