This is a short fiction about Lagos and some of the things that drive the thriving city. Things like parties. It's a city with no limits except the one you place on yourself.
Youth
This thing called Youthful Exuberance
As a writer, there are certain things that come to you easily; particular attention to things (details) even when it seems you are not looking. So sometime ago, a contact of mine used a Display Picture that most people keep hidden, an insignia of a particular confraternity. Usually I'm not one to ask people stuff … Continue reading This thing called Youthful Exuberance