Men are scum... The story of the man next door
I totally believe that scum has no gender but the story of this man next door tilts the pendulum in the direction of my gender. (Photo credit: I've always had it) It was an ice-cold night, whatever it was I was doing on Victoria Street at 11 pm, I really can’t remember but the events of that night remain fresh in my memory and I feel I should write about it on a day like this, simply because of a post I saw on a group this morning. I think I remember now; I took a walk that night because I couldn’t stand the tension in the house; my uncle and his wife were in the mood again and I wasn’t enjoying it, I remember Titoluwani (their first son) asked me what was wrong with his parents, I didn’t have an answer… Story for another day. I was a few blocks away from the house, it was a long road with crazy slopes and I wasn’t exactly enjoying the wind because I was walking against it, I think I fell twice in the process but I forgot that immediately I got to TEM hotel, it was four block...