Destiny Delayed
ShortStory 5,645 words Recommended by 3 award/anthology sources
"Mr. Mukoro was sitting at the front of his verandah at about 5:30 a.m. The faint glint of early dawn revealed the figure passing his frontage. It was Chinedu Okah, and he stopped to greet. “Bros, how you dey? You’re up early oh.” “No,” Mr. Mukoro replied. “I’m down late.” rking on your research?”
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