HE CAME
Liana closed from the shop exactly 6pm. Metal door down. Padlock click. She stood at the junction waiting for keke. Body aching. Feet sore. Mind scattered here and there. Like pieces she couldn’t pick up. She folded her hands and squinted her eyes, trying to keep sand from entering them. Benin wind was angry today. The wind blew heavy, picking sand from the road and throwing it everywhere. Plastic bags. Leaves. Dust. The sky grew dark. Grey turning to black. Then — _krrraaash_ — a loose zinc moved with the wind. Flying. People started running, covering their faces. "Eh! Hold your head!" "Rain dey come o!" Liana stepped aside, hiding in a small shop close to the junction. Cold. Wet from the wind. Watching the rain sta
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