BLACK NIGHT

It was a cold Thursday night in Lagos, I just finished work and was tired. I got home laid on my bed summoned some little strength to go through some work files I needed to submit tomorrow. “Not like I enjoy what I am doing, my boss wasn’t even helping too. I wish I could find something else.” I thought to myself, after a while I rounded up and shut down my PC.

I was quite bored, and I live alone in a one bedroom apartment. I’ve never loved having friends over, so I was comfortable with the way things were. I guess that’s why I make few friends.
(Phone ringing, conversation ended)

It’s my mom again, as always. “When will you bring a man over?” she would always ask. And my reply would always be “Mom, God gives husbands, when the time comes you’ll see.” We never really agree on anything when it comes to issues like this, I got immuned to these discussions and at some point I would only say okay and let her win.

I logged on my Facebook, I...