by Kathryn Olushola
As we walk deeper into the bushes, looking back, we see that our school and church is no longer in sight. Ayo, Martha and the baby remain silent. We are stopped by a human-like creature without arms and legs. Its voice is deep and coarse like that of man. I am not frightened in the least.
by Kathryn Olushola
That was the bombshell. It was so loud and heavy that you cried because it left brunt wounds and bruises on your skin. You were confused. Surely you didn’t feel the same way because you liked 500-Level a lot. You begged him not to do it, not to stop talking to you that you both could work this out, that you could even fall in love with him back, but he went offline and didn’t say anything else.
