JAMES OMO FEGO – CHAPTER FOUR
I felt sorry for the Bow-tie man; the puzzled looks on his oval-shaped face confirmed that he still had tons…
I felt sorry for the Bow-tie man; the puzzled looks on his oval-shaped face confirmed that he still had tons…
“Excuse me, madam,” he called out. Mother and I stood still. I stifled the laughter at the manner his bulging…
“Madam, thank your stars,” the head of the group charged my mother the moment he handed the luggage back to…
The aroma of the efo riro soup emanating from one of the stalls at the popular Iwo Road Motor Park…
Eniola raised her head from her laptop the moment she noticed Tumise’s swift movement in and out of the sitting…
We made a brief stop at the market to buy some soup ingredients. Mama has a one-stop shop where she…
The effect of the scorching sun on my way to the food seller’s shop made little impact as I pondered…
How could she be engaged to five men? My gaze fell on the rings which dotted the fingers of the…