Something… Anything!

I saw him sitting there, by the wreck that was once a taxi. I didn’t pay any attention to him because he was just an agbero taking his first daily dose of marijuana. From time to time, I took a cursory glance at him, no more than the manner in which I looked at the conductor as he opened his mouth full of rotten teeth to render ear-piercing screams, “Oshodi Oke”.
His lips were thick, very thick, and black… and his breath was most definitely horrid.

‘Deolu, this one’s for you. See? I’m trying to get my groove back on.


One thought on “Something… Anything!

  1. Deolu A. says:

    *thumbs up* and get it back you shall!

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