I’m nothing but a blank canvas,So you can paint me however you like,Red, green, blue … whatever colours,I’ll stay put even as you hand back my heart to me on a spike. I’m nothing but...

The tears fell again,But she found peace in them, because she loved the rain,She thought the tears a gem. She walked down the street as they poured,Bloodshot eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, bewildered gla...

Do you know I’m not as strong as I say I am?When you don’t call,That’s when the tears fall.Can you tell I’m not as sane as you think I am?When you go away,That’s when the demons come out to play. Can ...

The original victim still lay forgotten in the sand, still writhing as concerned caregivers tried to make him comfortable with water, massages and one hundred suggestions on how to fix ruined knees. ...

A stoic person, Yaya would very much be anywhere else but at the heart of Mafoluku, listening to music he’d grown up listening to, but had never loved.

What manner of love is this? A love that endures. A love that believes. They don’t make them like this anymore, Bessem. They don’t.

The gangs did not cow to old men with massive paunches anymore. They deferred to youthful zeal and brutality, not outdated, restricting ideals

He did seem to hate him. Was it just because he was the oldest in the office? Did Adigun remind him of someone he disliked?

“Better for you to confess now, so we find an arrangement that can see you do a light reformatory penance for your sins.’’

Snapping suddenly to an upright position, Yaya charged his shell-shocked attacker, who, caught ball-watching, stood helpless in the face of his foe’s barrage.