SMOKED FISH (pt.3)

Like a thief in the night, they came in three vehicles and hit the culvert at the beginning of Raffia Street. Dust, sand and pebbles flew in all directions as people froze in shock, petrified at this after dinner-time invasion. Two black Pick-Up trucks were closely tailed by the mobile prison known far and wide

SMOKED FISH (pt.2)

SMOKED FISH (pt.2).

SMOKED FISH (pt.2)

I apologise for taking too long to post, I’ve not been feeling too well the last couple of days. SMOKED FISH (pt.2) “Is it fresh?” The woman asked disdainfully as she took in Arit’s tired look. “noooo! Its rotten!” Arit John wanted to say but “yes Ma” was the natural response as she set the

SMOKED FISH!

MTN deprived me of the joys of twitter over the weekend, then PHCN joined them. So I went analog (good old pen and paper), this is the result. Oh I later had to type and post it with my phone (imagine that). Please be kind, whatever! Enjoy. SMOKED FISH (pt.1) Arit John had been trekking