Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
The cab jerked as it turned into a narrow alley, dust kicking up like secrets in the wind. “Don’t lose him,” Kelechi…
Kelechi fumbled with the door handle, bursting into the guesthouse like a dog off its leash. The strange encounter he’d just had…
Kelechi barely slept a wink. His eyes were rooted to the ceiling as he laid on the thin mattress. Zara had offered…
The suya spot wasn’t what he expected. Dim yellow bulbs swung lazily from crooked iron rods. A dusty plastic table stood wobbly…
The café was louder than usual, the continued clicking of keyboards, the soft music looping under jumbled conversations, and the occasional hiss…