“It was 4:30 am last Saturday and I was still battling from the stress of the week, slept like someone who trekked from V.I to Aguda Surulere all through Monday to Friday.
I was still enjoying my dream of an imaginary girlfriend preparing a seemingly spicy ‘Ogbono’ soup for me when a loud knock on my door jolted me out of the beautiful dream.
Who? I asked still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and struggling with visibility in the darkness.
Femi, Na me! I recognised the voice immediately; Frank’s.





























