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Vile Little Town The house seem spacious from an unusual scantiness. The air unshackled but tainted by sin feckly akin to Sodom and Gomorrah of the bygone era. The heavy stench of its usual infidelity rents the air— genitals unsheathed behind doors mostly shut airtight, salted by low humming music, cannabis and booze. We are close friends with my landlord’s ...

Houses in my opinion have souls. Souls gained not just by sheer longevity of years, but by having people live in them, they see myriad shades of life and characters, in the process accumulating a certain kind of encrypted philosophy, only lending credence to the saying that walls have ears. That was the tale of the house I grew in, ...

That night, inconsequential it had seemed, turned out to be the start of a cascade of unusual events that seamlessly dislodged the previously held ideology of life in Lagos and shoved in a new scary perspective. * On the 15th of May, a night that promised rain, I trudged past blaring Fuji music from various stores and the peculiar stench ...