Writer/Blogger from the city of Benin. Basically, I see things from a different perspective. Most of the time. I write at Salami's Sojourns bi-weekly.
I stood there staring hard at my mum while she eagerly awaited my disappearance. If anyone had walked in on us at that moment, they probably would have turned back in a breath. We looked like two angry bulls about to lock horns till the death. I needed her to understand my stance. After two minutes of intense stares and extreme silence, save the running water, I mustered some pseudo courage to continue my speech.