Dear self, on this remembrance Sunday, I see “you” in this mirror, only to realise; being me, is now awkward. Being you, will never work. Being us, is quite awesome. Splitting us, will always stall.
Alhaji. He wore a look of surrender, as my presence occurred within his conscience. There was no debating the fact. He knew; I had returned to avenge myself of his doings.
So, politely; he asked, where it was I would be dragging him into.