It’s been too long

Hello world. I’m here again; dusting cobwebs off this door, coughing at how heavy the dust is, the silence thick enough to slice through with a machete. I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus, and I haven’t felt like a writer for so long. Got a couple of nudges last month to try again…

Gunslinger

Time is high noon and the place is deserted.

Except on Straight Road . . .

Two men stand, legs apart, arms akimbo, hands resting ever so gingerly on their holsters, eyes low, hats dusty . . . burrs on their boots clicking as they tap their feet ever so slowly, in anticipation for this.

The showdown . . .

with bagels and a latte to go

. . . they are sweet, sweet, slow slurs of words mixed together in a beautiful and clean accent that sometimes sounds like it’s tinged with a slightly South-Western Nigerian tip to its fine edge . . .

JJJ

“He has lips like the fish in my mother’s pot of soup. I swear, the guy is just an idiot! 😡 “

*Middle.-_-.Child*

2012 Middle child; doing the chores the older ones couldn’t and the ones that were taken off the shoulders of the younger ones. Having to watch everyone pair up: Mum to Dad, Rola to Ronke, Gbenro to Gbemi, Derin to me, me to Derin, me to myself! Frustrating! I was the one who carried everyone’s…