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Femi woke up earlier than usual and left for the police station. He was disappointed as he couldn’t see his father yet. It was too early in the morning. He went straight to work to face his query. Just like he expected, he was summoned by the manager. He sighed deeply on getting to the…
Bimbo opened her eyes quickly. The knock came rapidly again. Bimbo was already up on her feet. Her hands now seemed to have a mind of their own – they vibrated seriously. “If this man gets in here, he’s not going to kill only me, he’ll do the same to you. Do you have anyone…
“Sister Bimbo,” he called, before realizing that he didn’t know what appropriate prefix to add to her name. “Sister Bimbo,” he called again. He placed his ear on the door to listen to whatever she had to say. All he heard was the loud song.
Bimbo threw the clothes from the previous day’s washing off the wooden chair opposite her bed. She picked up the medium-sized music box off the table and sat on the chair. She cradled it in her hands like a most prized treasure, closed her eyes and smiled sadly. Bimbo opened her eyes as if she…
The music boomed from the ground floor of Deacon Samson’s storey building. The house was meant for tenants, and it had become a routine for the one-week long tenant to wake the entire occupants of the only storey building along Alagbayun Street with her loud songs.
