I shake uncontrollably.
Bisi grabs her assaulted hand with the other and doubles over. My heart heaves. I’m sorry, I couldn’t say it though. I bend and pick the cane. She straightens as well, and slowly stretch out the assaulted hand again.
“Go to your seat,” I blurt. Read More
By Yeside Ajidagba, Class of 89, FGGC Sagamu
Today at 3pm…
I looked up and saw her watching me. She was exactly as I remembered. Tall, slim, curvy body and oval shaped face. Her beautiful face devoid of heavy make-up, just some light lip gloss. Read More