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 ammunition. I wasn’t particularly picky, even a knife would do at the moment. Guilt scratched at the back of my mind, preaching a... Continue Reading →
THE BROTHER
Dele's scream echoed from wall to wall as each strike of the hammer drove the dull iron nail through his wrist. Sweat mixed with tears rolled down his cheeks as blood pumped from the wound. "W-why are you doing this?" His question came as a plea, voice scratchy from all his screaming. "Why am I... Continue Reading →