LOCKDOWN BEAUTY STRIKEN CABRONS

I wonder who picks who? Did the books we read choose us? Or did we choose the books we read because of who we already are?

The year is 2020. Covid is showing Ochi and I dust. We are vibing about how rich we will be in future. Hope is a good thing for sure, probably the best thing.

5 minutes into the conversation,a knock sounds on our neighbor's door. There is no privacy in Eastlands. We live like siblings in this apartment. Our neighbor's ex has come for 'her clothes' and in her words, "I'm not leaving, it's curfew time, and it's too late to get home."

'Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?'

I peeped through the window and saw him pushing this beautiful chick. Not gender-based violence in my presence. I was forced to mind their business.

She wanted him to produce the clothes she had left but couldn't see anymore. I asked to help her look so she could leave but she wanted no help from anyone, leave alone a neighbor.

She wanted him...