“What?!” That was all Eki could say. Her bag fell from her hand and its contents—boxers, singlets, wristwatch, Adidas shoes—clattered on the tiles...
Author - Ola W. Halim
I. I could start this story from Osato’s naming ceremony, when my parents had a bash to celebrate the arrival of a son, the authentication of Mum’s...
“God. I can’t destroy this diary. Last night I couldn’t bear to burn it. I haven’t finished reading it. Maybe at the end, she leaves an...
I. Dr Olu Ajasin went mad every morning he woke to the signature corruption of post-independence Eugina, especially after a night of dreams where he lived in a...
