THE SWING WAS STILL THERE. The red swing with the bright yellow rubber seat. Though scuff marks were now strewn across her face, war scars; wrinkles that exposed her years. As I plopped on to her she creaked, the sigh of an aged one. Of one who had forgotten her old friend, memories suppressed under…
Tag: Relationships
Freedom in my shame
Location, Amsterdam.
High off legal herbs and overdosed on toxic beverages, we made our way over a canal—the only serene spot in town.
You’re special, but…
“Allow it, please, not tonight”. Her pupils began to retract from their former dilated state and the beam on her face suddenly dropped like the sunset on a late afternoon at wintertime. She drew his face closer to her chest with her palms and kissed the right side of his forehead. “I don’t want us…
Oyebanji Makanjuola 