He had gotten a call from her; she wanted to see him. After 14years of silence, it had been an obligation to meet with her. Age had treated her well but her eyes told a different story. They were twin pools, filled with sadness that threatened to draw him in. Her eyes were the first … Continue reading Redemption.
Wale sat in Mama Sikira’s buka as he awaited his order- bitter leaf soup and two wraps of amala, a bottle of cold stout stood open on his table. He had come straight to Mama Sikira’s when he started feeling dizzy, and remembered that he hadn’t eaten before he smoked ‘igbo’ with his guys. He … Continue reading Coincidental?