For years, she cried. She buried her heavy head in a basket of gloom and wrapped herself up in a blanket of doom. And then she began to do what depressed and broken people did; she started listening to songs. She would listen to Sia and Adele for days on end and she would cry. She cried with joy, with happiness. For her, crying was therapy. She felt as though she was emptying all the pain within her and it felt really great.

And then the time came when music lost its flavor. Adele stopped behind emotional and Sia turned out to be too happy. So, she quit music. And then she fell in love with the master of art. She fell in love with literature.

It was not just with literature. She fell in love with a particular story. She would wake up early in the morning every Tuesday and Friday just to read this series on the blog of this unknown writer she had come to adore. The series was about a group of ... http://syncityng.com/2018/07/06/for-he-could-not-die-a-short-story-by-michael-inioluwa-oladele/