I’m driving to PortHarcourt to spend some days with Hassan. We met at the camp during my service year after school and have been inseparable ever since. I decided to drive because driving helps clear my head. And my head has been in a dense place for days now. Memories that were archived in heavily-walled […]
“Tell me you didn’t like it.” She says as I move away from her. My parents were supposed to be home this weekend, but they had called and apologised ahead, saying they couldn’t make it. They said they’ll be home for two weeks straight to make it up to me. If they noticed how unusual
I’m still in the rote and it’s beginning to feel stifling and boring. I haven’t heard from Tochi, Eliam’s father and my ex, once in the past year and it’s fine. I’m making peace with it and am actually glad that he won’t be a menace to my son and me. With Tochi gone and
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