RETROSPECTION

The day I bade farewell, I returned home. Driving out of the city of Lagos, along oshodi express road, I could see it steaming hot, she poured the stew on it, all I could do was imagine my self consuming Iya Wasila’s rice and stew. Smokes from weed and cigarettes nudging on the window. I boarded a bus back home […]

 
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