Now standing there all by himself, lost for words and scared to death, not knowing exactly what line of action to take next, he turned and regarded the house one more time. It was then he saw the house proper. Almost dilapidated, dirty cloths, empty sachet water nylon flew about the approach to the house.
His only regret was that the State of Osun was not like Lagos where by this time of night the streets would still be bubbling with life. Lagos, the city that never sleeps he thought as his lips stretched in a smile that brightened his face.
On his way to the living room, the call stopped again for a few seconds. Just as Folu paused to decide what next to do, like some strange pianist who had suddenly found his keys, the voice resumed, but this time from one of the empty rooms in the flat which he had converted into a store where he kept household items which he considered useless but still kept with the hope they might one day again become useful again.
And I definitely do not agree with the concept of homosexuality. Neither do I understand it nor I believe I ever would. But I do not need to understand people’s choices before I respect it.
The word ‘abortion’ already has a stigma to it, and for no good reason, if you ask me, just like condoms, it is a birth control measure. Those who are against abortions; and there are millions; make it seem as if women would be strolling into clinics to get abortions, but that is not the case.
As a writer, it is your responsibility, not a choice, to keep writing because whilst they may be just words or creations of fiction to you, they are anchors to some and life to others. And so I’ve decided to, in my own way, right the ‘wrong’
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