By: Nkoli Os’kar
His mornings usually began this way; with sweats and pants from his struggling to wake into a reality that for all intents and purposes seemed to have defeated him.
Kayode’s life was far from the picture he in his childish diary had dared to paint; a touring band-er was nowhere near the successful suit and tie ass kisser he had become; yet this life bored him.
Weeks ago, ideas of a temporary suicide began to pay him visit. It scared the living boredom right out his senses yet he taunted his life with them. Continue reading