Glissade

The language of love is cliched. The language of marriage, the institution of love, is also cliched.

the ocean waves whisper to my naked feet

When he realised I was one of the students who were still confined to typewriters, he decided to spend weekends teaching me how to use computers properly to prevent me from destroying all the computers at the institute.

The township is a place of unity. People rescue and aid each other for they’ve subscribed to the adage that a hand washes the other. One hand cannot properly wash itself. Urgent meetings and funeral attendances are occasions where this unity is witnessed. The residents know one another and one another’s affairs, unlike in the …

We do not need an intense Courtroom drama to let me go.

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