“No matter how much you hide your pain, Your eyes will never falter to tell the stories your lips could never unravel”.
It rained all through the night yesterday. Olamide was coming back home from work after a long 14-hour shift in the scalding sun, hands clenched to his briefcases and recently-purchased storebought goods. The air was crisp. Laughter, banter exchanges and the peppering smells of suya wafted in the air, creating a chaotic yet…
