I am writing this missive after my umpteenth visit to the loo, fighting yet another episode of food poisoning in this Lagos. I no dey hear word. But why write about food instead of music? Well, didn’t someone say music…
Quickie in the Loo (2)
We froze when we heard the knock, but then regaining my composure I knocked back, the universal answer that said: “It’s occupied.” I turned her around and lifted her skirt. Her bum was bare but her waist was ringed by…