A Brief History of Mr. George – {8} Final Episode.

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

A Brief History of Mr. George. {7}

Jerry had cut the call before George could say anything. “What’s it?” Shola asked from the hospital bed. George turned to look at her and placed his hand on her hair. “Nothing, Shola. It’s Jerry,” he said but his voice and appearance betrayed him. Gloom was written all over his face. “George, what is it […]

A Brief History of Mr. George {6}

  “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 […]

A Brief History Of Mr. George {4}

It is Sunday afternoon in LAUTECH. We have been on strike for almost two years now and some of us have forgotten our matric number. Now, we are gathered outside our cathedral -like senate building with stones in our hands. Somewhere in the front, our leader is saying some motivating words. He drags on for […]

Letter to Anglomoz. #NOSUM

Room 307 Block 5, Awo Hall Obafemi Awolowo University. Dear Anglomoz, Good evening. How are you? How is your back? I know you are fine, looking good, enjoying yourself. I imagine you now in Forks and Fingers, doing the abominable, ordering three plates of rice and fish and chicken and fried plantain and spaghetti and […]

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