Hafiz Ringim
By Kenneth UwadiIt was Thursday, and I was drinking table water that I bought from a nearby store and from my window I stare at Bunmi that walks toward my door. She is dark, of Yoruba lineage and with large brown eyes .Her legs kept moving, as if she was doing a slow rhythmic dance. She was wearing long shiny earrings with bracelets on each arm. Her cloth hugs her body; the
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