Please, inform those police To rush, and bail us out From the household, of churches From this, unscrupulous big stout That disintegrated our eyes. Our big brothers who imprisoned Us below this big bottle, corked Had drunk, worst than our infidels.
KEMI I found myself staring at the knife again. It shone to the extent that I could see my reflection in it; only it wasn’t my reflection I saw but hers. Shirley. The tears came again. Everything reminded me of her. Everywhere I looked, I saw her. Her cute smile and her shiny little teeth… … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 1