Fiction Fiesta: The Letter by Magnus Ekpiken
… I did not say a word. I could not say a word. I just sat there like a figure carved from stone. It was all like a bad dream. I remember I kept on wishing I could just open my eyes and discover I had been sleeping. But it was for real. I was sure of that. My friends in lbadan had always pointed … Continue reading Fiction Fiesta: The Letter by Magnus Ekpiken

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