I’m going to own a cranberry coloured Jaguar XF, and I will pick strangers in it. At least that is what I tell myself. Continue reading “Streeting it in Eko.”
I saw the life I pray for; the type I envisage in my imagination. Continue reading “When you look up, remember to look round and down too.”
I couldn’t quite see her face. I could, however, see a reflection thanks to the rays of the fluorescent bulb from the bathroom that splashed into my bedroom. Nonetheless, I could feel the intensity in her voice; a complex mix of pain and regret.
Continue reading “The part of the story no one talks about.”