Damola knew he had spent a great deal of time on the toilet seat on which he sat. His business in the toilet had been concluded several minutes ago but his fascination with the way the ants tugged, pulled and carried the cockroach he had knocked upside down by kicking at it, some minutes earlier would not let him get off.
No, they won’t be shocked to see you at Club Banana tomorrow, one cornering the newly installed lounge sofa. They’d pass yesterday off as one of those moments in a G’s life, but not when it’s the other way around.
See I thought I had Segun figured out. Well, I thought my teacher did, and my teacher couldn’t have been wrong, right? Yet in that moment, Segun didn’t appear dull. He was just a boy who had come to believe what the teacher said.
Meyene sagged into a supine position and turned again on her side. Her hand found his and pulled it over her waist and belly, forcing him into side lying. She understood him, she always had, even when he spat utter rubbish.
Those who lived in the outlands lived very differently. Unlike their inland counterparts, they lived…