Guilty By Any Means
The streets
were near empty,
except for a few people who perpetually were late-goers to the early morning Mass. Femi and his
friend Kalusia sat shirtless on a bench in front of their house that was overlooking the major street,
Nike. Each with a
bottle of beer in their
hands; and there were two other
empty bottles lying
prostrate under the bench.…
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