The Hairdresser

I sat on the white plastic chair, staring at the thick black mass that was my hair when she walked in. I readied myself for the usual and she did not disappoint. Like every hairdresser before her she exclaimed, “Ehn? Is this real? Is this your hair?

Collide III

Its the year 2065. A new Nigeria has emerged from the gory years of the Collide. What happens when love meets the disaster of new innovations?

Collide II

Its the year 2065. A new Nigeria has emerged from the gory years of the Collide. What happens when love meets the disaster of new innovations?

Collide I

Its the year 2065. A new Nigeria has emerged from the gory years of the Collide. What happens when love meets the disaster of new innovations?