It is morning. I am walking down the corridor with Jerry and Stephen. Stephen is holding my right hand. He has been holding me like this for days. The walls are white: white and eerie. Scary, even. It is as though there are black demons behind these walls and as we approach our destination, they will compress the walls and choke life out of us. Stephen catches my eyes and I manage a weak smile: I have forgotten what it means to be happy
“And when the day comes When we can’t walk no more We’ll have two seats on my front porch I’ll still call you young girl So young girl, rock with me” -Jon Bellion, Rocking Chairs. For the next five days, George watched the clock.. He could not wait for Friday to come. He lived from Sunday […]
There are kings and there are pawns. Who takes the glory when the war is done?” an unknown poet. My name is Folarin George. I am a Part 3 student of the department of History, Obafemi Awolowo University. I am a Christian. And I will be eighteen years old in two months time. It was […]
History will remember us
How you led us to the gallows
Amidst cheers from your wicked fellows.
How you inserted us into ropes
And then you let go…you let go…