She was on her knees, tears welled up in her eyes. "I am tired, Daddy. I want out." "No no my daughter. It is against the Word." "Daddy, which Word? Ehn, which Word? Seun wan kill me." "Kill bawo? Ki lo se?" "Daddy GO, o se bebe. Seun wants it every day. Na food?" "Ah. … Continue reading Brother Seun (A Bankole Banjo Flash fiction)