She had not been to confession in ages. But she always believed in the sacrament of penance. Now Gbenga had pushed her to her tether’s end and she needed to tell someone. Not just anyone. Someone trusted. “Father, I have sinned,” she began. *** Lagbaja’s bata drum intro woke him from his sleep. His ringtone … Continue reading Confession (A Bankole Banjo flash fiction)