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.
Continue reading The Meat and The Eater. The Beef and The Beefer.
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 Continue reading The meat and the eatery. The myth and the mystery.
It is easy telling a story with pictures
But painting a picture with words,
is like – loving your profile, updates but not you.
or comparing this to – “laf wan kii me die”!!
