Wednesday, 8 March 2017


You were meant for me! Not her…. Fiona screamed at her Image. Her perfect day had turned to trash really fast. She cleaned crimson off her knife and put it in her purse. She hated doing this, but he deserved it. She walked out of her pristine apartment, slamming the door behind her.

She picked the lock to the living room, sneering at their apparent trust in humanity. She always wondered why people didn’t get better locks for their doors. She looked around the living room. Her living room. She looked at the wall paper in the dining area. So distasteful.
How couldn’t he see that his impostor didn’t even have a good sense of style or designing.

Thursday, 23 February 2017

BIG BRUCE HOUSE (case of the black soot) pt 6

Seconds later, the glass door exploded as a tsunami of bodies blasted through it.  A  nightmarish roar of animal sounds exploded in the room;eyes glazed over and dead, they  crashed and stumbled over eachother in a frenzy. Something launched itself across the room and slammed into Prince and Chinyere.

"C'MON!!!" It was Justine pulling her towards the stairs. A large sized man with a gaping hole in his chest  came at at her like a mad bull.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

BIG BRUCE HOUSE (Case of the black soot) part 5

She gasped.

His body slammed into hers with a force so savage, she crashed into the ground. The growling thing that was once Samuel was spewing blood, the black fluid and bits of Chinyere from its mouth. The vile stuff was cold against her skin. Funke scratched, punched and slapped but the thing snarled and hissed, snatching her arm and closing in for a bite.

She screamed fought but she might as well have been hurling empty beer cans at an grizzly bear.

Eyes glazed over and empty, it pulled her arm towards its mouth.


Wednesday, 15 February 2017

BIG BRUCE'S HOUSE (case if the black soot) prt 4

Funke had lost the ability to think. Her mind was a frozen image of Samuel's still form with blood oozing from his chest. Everything else had faded away. Unable to process the event, her mind was trapped there like a faulty Tv on the weather channel---or a busted radio stuck in the limbo between stereo frequencies.

The voices in her head were silent. Nothing else existed. She might've stood there for longer if not for Chinyere's scream.

Funke blinked and looked around as if seeing the room for the first time. Then she saw the gun on the floor.

Chinyere's banshee-like wail reverberated within the house.

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

BIG BRUCE'S HOUSE. (case of the black soot) prt 3

Loud growls.

Both women bent over---panting.

This had to be a dream, Funke thought. Her heart had never raced this fast in her life. The stench of blood filled her nostrils.

"We...," the woman said "we...need to get...out of here."

The raucous continued, the large gate trembled like it were about to come off its hinges.

"...I're not supposed to say this...when you meet...someone for the first time," Funke couldn't stop shaking. With a trembling hand, she pointed at the gate. "...but WHAT DE FUCK??"

The sound of her voice seemed to ignite more frenzied animal screams.

They ran into the house.

Monday, 13 February 2017

BIG BRUCE HOUSE (the case of the black soot) part 2

THEY all jumped at the sound of the gunshot.

  "Jesus...!" Chinyere gasped.

"We have to get out of here!" Funke said.
"Something's wrong."The  cigarette smoke reached her.

"Will you guys relax?" Prince came back into the room with a cancer-stick between his fingers. He was a left-handed smoker. Which she once considered sexy. But right now, it was a little annoying. "It's all part of the game."

"Do cigarettes deafen people?" She was really losing her patience with him. "Or is that ugly afro blocking your ears?"

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Big Bruce's house. (The case of the black soot)

She shot up from the bed, her heart pounding against her chest. There were tremors and tiny beads of sweat everywhere on her body.

But the central cooling system was working over time. She swallowed a thick lump in her throat and peered across the other three sleeping forms.

In the semi-darkness everything looked normal: The clothes strewn across the opened wardrobe, Shoes by the bed, and the humming of the fridge downstairs.

Nothing was out of the ordinary.

So why was she so scared?

Thursday, 9 February 2017

Night Jazz

He watched with mounting excitement as the two women clawed themselves like rabid dogs. At the back of his mind, he wondered why humanity failed themselves thus. 

Saturday, 21 January 2017


The music was good. The smell of fried rice filled the section she was in,which was just behind where the bride and groom were seated.
Marilyn sighed, So far so good. More guests were pouring  in. The gifts were being loaded up  and her daughter's dress was fantastic. This was indeed going to be a great day . She only wished--Ada's father had been alive   to see it. Too bad she'd had to sacrifice him to a bloodthirsty spirit for a beauty-potion.
"Do you need a lighter?" Came a man's voice.

Thursday, 12 January 2017


Paula took a drag from her cigarette. "Doesn't get any easier, does it?"

I rolled my head back and stared at the night sky. The stars were in a good mood. It was too cold for a Tee-shirt but I didn't feel like going inside or coming under mum's scrutiny again.

Paula scoffed. "What? You're gonna ignore me?"

"Let her be, Paula," Carla said "she's had a tough month."

Good old Carla! Always standing up for me.
"I say, come clean and tell your mum the truth." Leila said. She was sitting on the grass, a few feet away. Her legs were crossed and her long hair draped over her petite face.

I tried to look away, but her hair was so beautiful.

Carla's leather jacket rustled next to me on the bench. "That's not an option, Leila. I thought we were supposed to be helping out."

Paula let out some smoke. This was one bad habit I would never understand. "This is a waste of time. Linda isn't strong enough to do this."

"Hello! I'm right here guys." I hated it when they did that.

Carla put a hand on my shoulder "Bitch, we're trying to help you."

I smiled. Carla was the only one who could turn that word into a term of endearment.

The crickets were singing their hearts out.

I took off my sandals and felt the grass.

Paula sighed and dropped in next to me. She had a scent that made me think of casual sex and ashtrays.

"You're going to end up in an asylum." She said.

Leila covered her ears. "Could you please not call it that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant mental institution."

"I'm not going back." I said.

Paula rolled her eyes. "Says the Twenty-Five who hears voices."

Leila shrugged. "She also sees things, too."
"Don't be rude!" Carla said.

"I'm stating the obvious," Paula said "at this rate, her mum could have her committed tomorrow."

Leila shuddered. "I'm not looking forward to seeing her in a nut-house."

Paula threw her hands into the air. "Must it always be about you?"

"Linda's not well, she sees and talks to people  who aren't there. Like you, I'm merely stating the---."

"Shut-up, Leila,"Carla said "you sound retard---."
"That's enough you guys!" I was on my feet. "I just need to hold it together and act normal."

Leila frowned. "H-how do you act normal're not?"

Carla ignored her and squeezed my arm.

"We're here for you Linda. Always. You're not crazy."

The sounds of the crickets engulfed us again. It was nice to have my friends around. I would've been lost otherwise. Mum would never understand. She was always trying to 'cure'  me.

The kitchen lights came on. Mum was coming.
"...em..guys...?" I hated leaving my friends. But it was getting late.

Paula began filing her nails. "Do you guys think blue is a good color for my nails? I'm thinking---."
The back door opened.

Mum gathered her pink robe about her and stepped into the garden. She looked around as if she hadn't seen it a thousand times before.

Paula was still. I was pretty sure she was holding her breath the way she always did when mum showed up.

Mum stopped a few inches away from Leila's foot.

"Who...who were you talking to?"

I kept my face steady. If I'd so much as looked in any of my friends' direction, she'd know.

"No one, mum."

She continued looking around. "Sure about that?"

I bit my lower lip and forced a smile. "Calling me a liar now?"

Her solid expression dissolved. "I'm...I'm sorry baby. I just...just thought---."
"I was losing it again?"
It was mum's turn to bite her lower lip. "I didn't say that."

Carla touched my shoulder. "But you were thinking it?"

"Please...Lin...I don't want to fight..after this evening---.".

"When you thought I was talking to my imaginary friend?"

She gave me a steady gaze. "That isn't fair, Linda. I'm just looking out for you."

"Well, there's nothing to be worried about," I said "my imaginary friend's gone."

Mum touched her forehead the way she always did when she was stressed.

"...that's not what...I meant---."

I walked past her. I knew it was rude, but if I'd stood there any longer, I'd have exploded into chuckles. It was hard to keep a straight face when Carla was giggling in your ear.

Sometimes I felt sorry for mum. She'd always assumed I had one Imaginary friend. She had no idea I had more than ten. And I'm meeting new ones every week.

I don't expect you to understand. You're not special like me.

I AM Opustjk

Monday, 9 January 2017


Okay, his clothes were nothing to go on; he wore a black T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. There were no labels in sight and he was wearing sandals.


No wrist-watch, no bracelet or necklace.

I mean, who does that?

Aside from us meeting up at a fairly classy bar, there was nothing to tell me if my blind date were a rich guy or a brokeass.

I know what you're thinking; I'm materialistic and vain. But news flash guys! ALL WOMEN ARE.

It's in our genes to want comfort.

Saturday, 7 January 2017


"Say that again...?" Dad's fork still hovering.

I stopped slouching and sat up. I'd expected this."I want to be a Vampire," my voice was surprisingly loud. Then again, I'd just had spicy food. It always did wonders to my vocal chords.

Dad threw Mum his famous 'Really?' expression.

"Don't look at me," she shrugged. Trust my mum to throw me under the bus. And to think we'd talked about it only minutes ago.

"I think it's a cool idea," David said in his sing-song manner.

"Eat your food, Davy!" Dad ordered. My eight year old brother's face returned to his plate.

But not before giving me a quick thumbs up.

"Do you even know what you're asking?" Samantha said.

"I wasn't asking, I was 'informing' my family."

Dad returned to his plate, "There'll be no talk of vampiring,  mermaiding or werewolfing---."

"Mum...?" Samantha looked like she were about to cry. To tell you the truth, I was a little more than half-excited at her disappointment.

Mum leaned in and pressed a hand on her shoulder. "One thing at a time dear..."

Samantha's tone was hushed and urgent, "But you said---."

It was Dad's turn to drop his fork. "You too...?"

Samantha shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Weee!" David yelped, "you're going to be a vampire too?"

"That's gross!" Samantha said. "Vampires are so 3013. Mermaids are the new dragons."

"Did you know about this?"Dad's eyes were stern. Mum didn't stand a chance. She took a large gulp from her glass of wine and looked away.

"This is crazy," Dad rubbed the side of his head.

Uneasy lies the head...

"no one in this house is having a Change and that's that."

I tentatively rubbed the side of my plate. "So we're not even discussing it?"

"Wee! A mermaid sister and a vampire brother!"

It was mum's turn to be stern. "Eat your food, Davie. No one's Changing."

"Like hell!" Samantha said.

"What was that?" Dad's eyes were on her.

"Nothing," she swallowed some water.

"That's inappropriate dinner table talk." Dad said.

I kept my voice low, "So is denying a person their constitutional right to Change ."

"Don't talk to your father like that!" Mum pointed a fork at me.

There was silence in the room. Outside I could hear the distant humming of cars in mid-air traffic.

That's when I dropped the bombshell."I registered and I'm taking my first injections tonight."

"What?" Mum, Dad and Samantha at the same time.

Dad was out of chair faster than two slices from a toaster. "You did What?"

It was my turn to stand. Though, my height wasn't as impressive as dad's but hey, there was hope.

"I'm Eighteen years old---."

"---and in no position to make such a decision by yourself. This is a family decision and so long as you live under my roof---."

"Then I'll move!"

Samantha shot up from her chair "Me too!"

"Sit down Sam!" Dad said.

"Will all of you SHUTUP!" Mum's voice was a like a Lazer cannon blast.

More sounds of flying cars passed between us.

Dad's face was a cross between a snarl and a growl.


Her voice finally broke through like the snap of a hypnotist's fingers. He exhaled.

Mum composed herself. "I spent two hours preparing this meat sauce. Could've used the robot, but decided my family deserved something better."

The family robot by the door made a weird sound.

" offense Mic 1."Mum said.

Mic 1 bowed its large metalic head.

She turned to me. Say what you will about my dad's eyes, Mum's watch-yourself gaze was legendary. "...there'll be no more talk about Change in this house is that clear?"

"But mum---!"

"Is that clear, Sam?" Mum said.

Sam sank into her chair and wrapped her fat arms around her chest. "...yes...mum."

Then they all turned to me.


Long silence.

Then my hand buzzed. I opened my palm. Caller Id said, Tina.

"I have to take this," I made to leave.

"You'll sit there and finish your meal," Dad said.

"Like I said," I think there was a smile on my face, "I'm eighteen. I don't have to do anything." I tapped my forefinger and Anna's image appeared on my palm.

"Get back here!" 

But I was already leaving the room. Before I shut the door, I caught bits of the conversation.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Dad said.

"Me?" Mum replied, "you're the one who can't control his temper. Besides, eighteen year-olds are weird---."

"So we just let our children do whatever they want?"

I heard mum sigh. "It's 3017. People are marrying robots and taking werewolf injections."

"...and to think a thousand years ago, people were worried about the inter net...twitter."

"...what's Twitter?" Davy asked.

Then I shut the door. My family didn't matter. Only Anna's image in my hand did.

"Hola!" Anna said.

I loved the sound of her voice.

"So how did it go?" She said. The screen on my palm flickered. "You really need to change your hand microchip. The reception's really poor...can you see me now?"

I moved towards the door. The noise of cars was louder. Sounded like a mid air collision from all the screaming I was hearing. I moved away from there towards the stair case. The screen stopped flickering.

"Better...?" I asked.

"...yeah," she said, " did your folks take it?"

I let out a sigh. "How do you think?"

"That bad huh?"

I just couldn't get enough of her face. It was so enchanting. How did I manage to catch a girl like this? She was so out of my league!

"Anyway," she had a mischievous grin on, "Check this out!." She opened her mouth to show her fangs.

"Whoa!" I said. "Already? many shots have you had?"

"Two," her image said with enough delight to fill the sky. "By tomorrow, it's bye-bye sunlight. I'm already feeling stronger and faster. Ooh! I can't wait!"

"But...I hear it's dangerous using unauthorised agents...illegal vampires kill---"
"Semantics, semantics," Anna said, "now you sound like those anti-Change folks."

I sighed. "I'm just worried that's all."

"Well, not all of us have generous allowances to afford 'legal' Change procedures. Anyway, what does it matter? My folks are thrilled."

"If both my parents were a werewolves, I'd be happy too."

"I don't get your folks," she said. "Why are they so old fashioned? Who wants to stay human for life? It's boring."

"Tell my dad that."

"It's not like it's hurting anyone...and I hear sex is amazing!"

I got stirred up inside. Anna could do that to you; with one look or word, she could make you horny in a snap.

She stared at me in the way only she knew how to. I felt shy and turned on at the same time. " still wanna do this?"

"...I ...yeah...."

"Don't be a pussy, babe. We're going through the Change together, so we can lose our virginities as vampires."

My heart was racing. Images of her naked body flooded my mind. I wanted her, she was my soul mate.


She eyed me for a few seconds. Then brought her voice down. "Can you still make it tonight?"

Don't be a pussy.

"...I'm...going get my first shots tonight."
Her smile couldn't have been wider. "See you in an hour."

My hand stopped glowing.

"What does she even see in you?"

I almost had a heart-attack. "...Jeez Sam---!"

My chubby sister was standing a few feet away. "'re not even fat---!"

"...not all trends are worth shit." I said when my heart-rate returned to normal.

"Just the ones that get you laid, right?"

I didn't have time for this. "What do you want from me, Sam?... It's my life---?"

"And apparently, your skinny body," I flung her hand from my shoulder.

"What...?" She said. "You think this is the 2000s? No one stays thin anymore. You wanna be a skinny vampire?"

I was heading for the door. "Fuck off,Sam!" I didn't even hear the door slam behind me. I activated the cab-beacon on my thumb. All I could think about was Anna.

I had to see her.

About three minutes later, I was on an air cab, weaving through sky-scrapers. The guy must have been on some new speed drug.

"You mind slowing down?"

He looked over his shoulder just as a large yellow bus flew passed us. I could just make out his scally skin and the gill-flaps just under his chin. An Aqua man!

I had no idea they still had Injections for those.

"Wow," I said, trying not to be rude. I'd read in the old journals, that Aquamen were one of the first people Changed. "'re an...."
"Yea," he said. "I get that alot. Sorry about the speed. Need to find some salt water--fast."

Being an aqua-man had it's benefits aside from talking to fish and added strength, there was also being able to swim fast--which was a cool way to beat road and air traffic. But it also had a terrible downside; the changor had to drink or at least bathe salt water every six hours. It was either that or die a very slow agonizing death.

"I didn't know they still made injections for aquamen. How long ago did you go through the change?"

The Gprs display lights on the dash board danced across his scally face. "Three years."

"Wow!" The standard duration for Change is two years. Anything longer than that, means you carry that form for life. 

I think I frowned. Who would want to be an Aquaman for life?

"I don't expect you to understand," he said as we weaved past a floating billboard:


"Most people don't." I heard my voice say.

We didn't speak for a time. Night sky was filled with bright lights and sounds. It was as if nature were celebrating my decision. But I felt a tinge(Okay, maybe more than a tinge) of fear. I had sapped my entire savings for the procedure. The vampire Change was the most traumatic...and dangerous. If something went wrong...

...this wasn't the time for that.

"Scared?" He said when our eyes met in the rear view mirror.


"You're holding a Change folder." He said.

I looked at the folder on my chest.

I didn't mind the chit-chat, but I felt he was prying. Maybe I should've waited for a robot cab instead.

"Vampire, huh?" He said.

I wrapped my arms around it and nodded.
"Brave," he smiled. "Very brave."

We arrived at the centre.

There was a large gathering of people with floating banners outside.


I covered my folder, swiped my arm over the E.P.O.S and got out of the Air-cab.

"We were born human," the woman with the Holographic Address System was saying. "You mock your very nature by doing this." I recognized her instantly.

Her name was Peggy. And she hated Pro-changers as much as Vamps hated sunlight.


Bitch was a real piece of work! Who gave her and her minions the right to question me?


And trust her to be dramatic. She thrusted a finger the front entrance of the Change centre.

She might as well have been holding an automatic rifle at the damn place.


Then the rest of the crowd joined in:

And on and on they went. Several robot police officers were already at scene stumping around, lights from floating banners bouncing off their metal bodies.

"...please conduct yourselves accordingly...violence will not be tolerated..."


The robot officers had their hands in the air, trying to calm the crowd.

"...violence will not be tolerated...please return to your homes."


Funny thing was, I could spot some green-eyed people amidst her crowd of supporters.


Green-eyes were the bye--product of the Change. Whether you were a vamp, werewolf, dragon, witch or zombie, you were stuck with green-eyes for a year or two--depending on how long you wanted your Change to last.

Fucking hypocrites!

Think I'll skip this part and get on with the rest of the story.

I spotted Anna's chubby figure a few minutes later, squeezed my way through the crowd and met up with the love of my life. As a couple, we'd often received weird looks. I mean think about it; she was a beautiful plus size girl walking around with a skinny thing like me. It was always hard ignoring the hurtful stuff people said:
"Skinny rat...!"

"...gaunt face...!"

Had I been born a thousand years earlier, I would've been called sexy. But this was 3017...skinny meant unattractive.

Anna and I held hands  and entered the room with walls so white, you couldn't see the corners. There were  large portraits of Doctor Buh. The man who first synthesized the enzyme and Changed the world(no pun intended). The man was a god!

We sat down. It was room temperature, but I was sweating like crazy.

What if something went wrong?

She held on to my hand.

I noticed the changes in her right away. Her hair looked longer and her eyes were green diamonds in the snow. I could stare at her all night.

"I'll be right outside, okay?" She said as the two men in white lab coats entered. One of them had a hologram note pad.

"Okay...!" He said in a sing-song manner.

Wondered why he was so chirpy. He had a mustache. I didn't trust mustaches, sunglasses, shoulder-pads and Ponzi schemes.


They're just sneaky, what do you want me to say?

"We just need to run through a few things before we begin." Mr Chirpy-Mustache said.
"Are you nervous?"

I nodded.

"Perfectly normal," he smiled. "Had one girl come in once who was so nervous, dude farted through out the interview."

He gave me a curious look. "You're not a farter are you?"

Anna giggled and squeezed my arm. "Not a farter. Sweats alot, though."

I managed a smile.

Chirpy-Mustache returned to his holographic note. "Okay, for the purpose of this session, I'll switch you to the A.I."

He showed me a small chip behind his left ear.

Crap! Dude was part Borg. Which meant half of his consciousness was a series of circuits and processes. Totally slipped my mind. Most professionals were part borg. It made their work easier. Two brains in one. Which meant both couldn't run simultaneously.

He clicked on the chip, and his eyes became as steady as cursor on a computer screen.

"Have you committed a crime before?"

His voice was different--colder.

I shook my head.

"Have you taken part in the commission of a crime?"


"Have you been involved in the decision to commit a crime?"

I actually gave that some thought. "No."

"Have you been charged with a crime?"


He continued staring at me. Borgs were excellent lie-detectors. I hated the fact that I was still sweating. But I consoled myself with Anna's presence. She was my rock. Fuck my family! She and I were going to rule the world--for two years at least.

"After your procedure," Chirpy-Borg-with-a-moustache was saying, "you'll experience a fifty-percent increase in strength, speed, sensory perception and your diet will consist solely of synthetic blood."

"I don't even know what that tastes like." I said.

"I hear it's better than sex." Anna said, "...not that I would know..."

"I fail to understand the comparison." Chirpy-Borg-With-Moustache said. "How does the taste of synthetic blood equate to sexual intercourse?"

Dude was creepy. Enough said.

"Are those the only safe-guards?" I said trying to change the subject.

"A microchip will be inserted in the back of your neck to monitor your behaviour. This will be for evaluation every Five years. After which you'll---."

"Did you say five years?" I was sitting up now.

"From your response, I take it you are surprised?"

Anna was squeezing my hand. "We talked about this," she was grinding her teeth, "we agreed on a life time committment."

"I never said...I'd sign up for life!"

She left my arm and stood up. "What are you saying?" Her eye colour went from green to yellow and then green again.

"...What's up with your eyes?"

The borg threw her a curious stare, "How long ago did you have your injections?"

Anna's expression flickered. "Forget about me. We're here for him."

The Borg wasn't convinced. "I am detecting strange brainwave patterns from your cerebral cortex."

She stared at him like she were about to tear him to pieces. "Stay the fuck away from me, tin-can."

The Borg was on his feet. Had he grown taller? I couldn't tell.

"Your injections were administered in an unauthorized centre,"

Anna's eyes were green again. I noticed her nails had elongated within the past three minutes.

What the hell was going on?

The Borg took a step towards her, "...the illegal substances in your body will increase your aggression and stress levels before eventually killing you. You will be a danger to yourself and society."

Retreating from the Borg, her eyes went from yellow to red...and then green again.

"...what's he talking about Ann---?"

"Shut the fuck up!" But the voice that spoke from her mouth was a cross between a growl and a snarl. This couldn't be my Anna.

The Borg's expression was like ice "I am authorized to quarantine or terminate illegal specimens."

Anna barred her fangs and hissed at him.

The sound chilled me. Was he actually going to...?

In an instant, her eyes were red again. She lunged at me. But the Borg was faster. He snatched her from the air and snapped her neck.

I couldn't breath, think or blink. My heart probably stopped beating.

Her heavy body hit the floor with a sound that sent a tremor through my being.

Her lifeless eyes continued to stare at me. They went from red to green...then brown.

Tiny icicles raced across my skin. I couldn't steady myself. I was possesed by a feverish demon.

"My apologies for your loss," the distant voice of the Borg was saying, "but she would've Killed you if I hadn't intervened. Take heart, it was for the greater good. Do you still wish to procede with the procedure?"

This was a couldn't be real.

"...Madam...?" I felt his cold hand on my shoulder, "... do you require a moment to gather your thoughts?"

I couldn't stop shaking.


I AM Opustjk

Thursday, 5 January 2017


"I'm the Spirit of death, I've come to take you to the afterlife," the man in white said.

"Why?" She shrugged.

The had a confused expression on his face.

"What do you mean why? You're dead!"

She stared awkwardly at her surroundings, "U sure?"

"I can't believe you're even asking me that.

Aren't you seeing your body?"

Tuesday, 3 January 2017


There were at least two dozen sweaty faces behind me. The line ahead was nearly as long. I wondered if there was still money in the machine. The headache was growing up to be a migraine. Sweat beads dribbled up and down my skin like soccer players at injury time.

"E be like say ATM na to carry mat come o!" Another voice said.

It was forty-eight hours to the new year. It was either I was going to remain a law abiding citizen or I was going to go to jail for savagely beating someone to death at an ATM.

I was seriously leaning towards the latter.

The fat woman at the machine had more than three cards with her and seemed to be receiving a how-to-use-an-ATM-machine tutorial from another fat woman.

Monday, 2 January 2017





Sister Priye 2

"So...uh." I began. His good looks were over powering. "" "Black." He replied. "Richard Bla...