Taiwo Ajuwon

I was at Aunty Ayo’s house, Father. Her husband had travelled again, and as usual she invited me to help her forget.

His name is Ade. He has the face of a saint, one that looked out of place among the rough faces here.

He said having an alibi is like holding an ace in a game of cards.

K-Lodge is where everyone with money lives, it’s the best accommodation money can buy here in Kirikiri.

The last time I wrote to you, I told you of the heaviness I feel in my soul and of the strong feeling that there was something I was forgetting. I remembered today, just as I was speaking to the lawyer about Blessing.