Bonded
Turning towards the voice, he watches me with a hidden agenda, gulping down a ball of saliva, I only manage to nod not having the courage to speak up.
"I'm kelechi" he introduced. Stepping away from the wall, he stalks closer, moving like a gazelle, his calculative eyes holds mine captive. Feeling uncomfortable, shrinking back into my toes, I look down.
Pointed animal pattern shoes come into view, black tailored pants with straight vertical lines.
Humming out gently he walks away leaving me perplexed.
When his gone from the front door, i look up to heaven at the white creamy ceiling.
My palm are rough harden from the days of labour, squatting down my back ached in protest. A dull familiar st
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