Although he was third in the line, the food-seller noticed him. Realizing that he could be a potential big customer, she beckoned him over. “Welcome, sir. Tell me wetin you go chop. Dem go bring am come give you.” “Thank you, madam.” Jeremiah placed his order and the woman knew she had not made a mistake. Her eyes gleamed as she watched Jeremiah walk up … Continue reading Fiction Fiesta: The Curfew by Magnus Ekpiken