Friday Fiction- The Stripper.

Lekan was dead.

There was no doubt in my mind that he was in a mortuary or his body was floating in some river or slowly rotting in the boot of an abandoned car, the possibilities of his location were endless. I had forgotten how to do probabilities and permutations, they were part of my favourite things to do at secondary school maths, along with longitude and latitude calculations. I liked Maths in secondary school and would spend hours poring over the topics. Anything that wasn’t surd and matrix. Continue reading →

By Force Mrs.

Yesterday at Spar, I saw a line of Always Ultra pads and remembered my former friend J.C. He told me once that his wife would not need to use pads as much as the next woman as he intended to always keep her pregnant. How many children would you like to have? I asked. Fifteen, he replied and laughed. Continue reading →