Don’t Kill Me For My Mother.

I had a funny dream and it reminded me of someone I lost and an incident that occurred when we just became friends.

 

During my second year at Uniben, I met a man at the faculty of pharmacy library and I was instantly fascinated by him. He had graduated from the faculty with a B.Pharm degree in the 1990s and he was enrolled in the three-year PharmD conversion programme at the time. Continue reading →

The Bed Wetter.

Have you ever been living your life quietly and somebody sat somewhere weaving theories about you? The first time it happened to me, It shook me seriously. I shall tell you about it, whether you are interested in the story or not. Continue reading →

Fast food Blues.

I was bouncing down the stairs when his words froze my feet.

Stupid idiot, ungrateful element like you

 

I looked down and saw them, he was tall with a bushy afro and a yellow shirt tucked into red jeans, he reminded me of a pair of pliers, the girl holding his arm with a fear tattooed on her palm fruit yellow face was one of the most beautiful girls in all of Hall one. Continue reading →