Being the only one that has returned to the hostel, everywhere looks as empty as ever. The long one fifty meters isle that ran in between the eighty-eight bunks in Barr. Leo’s house looked like Read More
Jun 092012
Angel
May 162012
Since Ibadan wasn’t my final destination, I had to move on. I chattered a bike to “Express junction” where I boarded another bus going to Ake, my final destination. I got lucky this time as Read More
May 092012
One of the funniest ironies I’ve experienced in this part of the world where I live is how synonymous sitting alone in a public transport could be to staying in an isolated cell in a Read More