Somewhere in Eastern Nigeria, 16th of June, 1968 I avoided looking at the dead man’s face even as I approached. My intention was to quickly search the body for weapons and ammunitions. I wasn’t particularly picky, even a knife would do at the moment. Guilt scratched at the back of my mind, preaching a sentimental... Continue Reading →
THE BROTHER
Dele's scream echoed from wall to wall as each mighty strike of the hammer drove the dull iron nail through his wrist. The hammer was held by a tall mysterious man who seemed to be as cold and unmerciful as the nail itself. Sweat mixed with tears rolled down his chin as blood poured from... Continue Reading →