Glissade

  He brought an honesty to work deemed unskilled and menial. A self-respect that towered over the egos of overlords occupying fancy positions, in a hierarchy of thanklessness. He had to work. As a younger man, he preferred the solitary jobs that kept him away from the world for days and weeks. Sometimes it got …

It had been three months since the last time I heard Om Sagda’s screams. I marked those empty days on the calendar.

I was aware of the ostracism and persecution that atheism invites in a hyper-religious country like Nigeria.

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

I saw a man and his wife earlier in the day, talking

Don’t be naïve. Since when have I told you I’ve stopped scamming? He knows about me.

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