By Emmanuel Ibeauchi
Kunle stepped out his car, exhausted.
From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, it had been stress all the way. 1,083 more words
I am aware that my pieces about the stories in this collection have been growing increasingly ill-tempered. At first, Salter’s elliptical methods and saw-tooth stylings enchanted me but the novelty has worn off and left me frustrated by his decision to keep re-visiting the same themes and characters over and over and over again. 1,755 more words