“Take out your writing materials and a sheet of paper and put away any reading materials right away. The Yoruba test is about to start.” I groaned inside. Yoruba test. The one test in all the tests I have ever written in this school that I have never managed to pass – even once. It … Continue reading Testing, Testing….
Rasheed dashed out and returned with a little safe box whose weight made him sweat profusely. He retrieved a piece of paper from his shirt’s pocket and used the combination thereon to open the safe box, the safe creaked open revealing a brown envelope with the inscription, “MY WILL”, written in bold caps. He extracted … Continue reading Busted