The Meat and The Eater. The Beef and The Beefer.

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.

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The meat and the eatery.  The myth and the mystery.

The morning came, after a night spent wrapped around each other’s warm arms. Unaware of ongoing proceedings as day broke, he stayed yet asleep; in the same bed which played host to the many before him.

Her tiptoeing did little to make sure he stayed in, still sleeping like a child, rocked to sleep by the caring hands of a loving mother, the Read more