WRITTEN BY JOY A. ADEWUMI ‘Ketu, Mile 12, Ikorodu garage! Ketu, Mile 12, Ikorodu garage!’ The bus conductor announced at the top of his voice,Read More
Zee opened her email inbox and hiked her eyebrows as she saw the latest mail. It was from some ‘email@example.com.’ With a bewildered chuckle she murmured, ‘Anonymous Z Z, kwa? Issokay!’
With an amused shake of her head, she opened her inbox and blinked rapidly at the first line.
‘As I write this email, Zee, I keep glancing at the bottle of painkillers I intend to overdose on.’Read More