We don’t talk about number 4. I’m only aware of it because I saw a note in my father’s car and read it like the nosy child that I was. After pondering over the word for all day, I burst into my mother’s room in my ruffled uniform and asked. “Mummy...
The sound of my ringing phone woke me up. I rolled to the side of my bed and carefully stretched out my hand to pick up my phone, pausing just before reaching it to admire Kanna, my fiancé. “Fiancé,” the word had a pretty nice ring every time I said...
“Guys, I did it,” Rasheed announced with a triumphant grin, as he took another gulp of beer. “I convinced Zara to let me marry a second wife.” he continued, his voice buoyed with excitement. Across the table, Chidi and Jimi...
