Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.
Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.
Tony was a divorcee and men like that often had no qualms about walking a second time.
She said he was quiet when her husband gave up his job at Dinah and followed another woman home.
“Who even named you Jesus? Of all the names in The Bible, of all the names wey dey dis world so, na the name wey no fit you at all dem give you.”
She knew it was me who took our stepmom’s bottle of kayan mata and poisoned it.
Enjoy the kisses too. I had thought that a man who swore by bushmeat would use too much teeth. No. Your head will reel when he tilts your face…
