THAT SUNDAY AFTERNOON
(Winning entry in the 2015 WordMaster Challenge Competition)
‘...for every r**e victim...throughout history...’
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She was walking lazily on one of the myriad pavements that beautify the landscape of the Obafemi Awolowo University campus. The fierce September sun was directly overhead her. Even though her umbrella blocked some of its rays pouring down like bullets from a machine gun, nothing blocked the heat. In her mind, but for the heat of the sun, it was a beautiful day by all indication. The university campus was abuzz with activities. Occasionally a car went past, leaving its treads in the melting tarred road like the wake of a ship at sea. The sea of heads that was the university students who went about their everyday activities only served to make Odun prou
