“8…9…10!” I said. And then I dropped the weights to the ground. “Woah check out Mrs. Abike,” Emeka said wide-eyed. I turned around to see our neighbor Mrs. Abike stepping onto the treadmill. She turned it on and started running. Her short hair was...
Written by Dan Chucks Both my Saturday night and the following Sunday were not days of respite for me at all. For all my effort, I spent them mostly thinking about Mrs. Alison’s therapy. I had regained my ‘senses’ after getting home that very night...
