I opened the door to see who it was that knocked. Anita, whose contact I’d lost after her family moved out of the neighbourhood ten years ago when she was nine and I, seven, showed up out of the blue that Friday evening when I was all alone at home. She’d grown into an irresistibly … Continue reading Because Of Me
Chinwe loved people and was equally loved. Her dark skin, delicate features, bright eyes and keen intelligence made her a composite of beauty. Her modest fifteen-year old world was picture perfect until that night when the news came that her father had been killed by a hit-and-run driver. It was barely two weeks to her … Continue reading The Runner