Category: May 2019
Freedom: The Cycle’s End
The game was on. I never really understood the difference. Premier league, Championship or whatever. They all sounded the same
A Portrait Of Me
I smile when I paint pictures of naked women and lazy trees that are too occupied to move, and the
Tyrant’s Tragedy – Sequel
Red sparks fly out from the centre of the firewood as Nakia makes sure she supplies enough oxygen with her
A Tyrant’s Tragedy
The conference room is as quiet as a graveyard. It’s been so since Azuke Mazzari stepped in. The Union of
Failure: The Spur
When you are 30, Christmas smells of nothing. Not the smell of burning hides clouding the harmattan air, not the
How To Love a Girl in Seven Steps
One When Ma tells you she needs grandchildren because she is itching to her grave, you know it is time
Of Spice and Oil
Harbinger You knew this would happen: The doctor planting death into your body by giving your ailment a name. Madam.
This is Why We Fight
They gathered at the estate like medieval warriors preparing for battle. Some lifted placards bearing signs: WE ARE NOT DUMPSITES,KEEP