Damola stood beside the mango tree near the refuse bin in Queen’s Hall where her clothes formed a heap on the ground; she had sprinkled some kerosene on them. She thought about her plan for a moment; not because she was having second thoughts, but because nothing could change her mind. Not the threats of […]
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