The Uncounted | John Ekam | Fiction

  Baba said he was fourteen when he was sixty-seven. At first, we saw it as one of those late-life oddities. Old age had begun to court him, but unlike his peers on Marian Road, he did not flirt back. They dyed their grey hair black, left the top button of their shirts undone to […]

The Uncounted | John Ekam | Fiction
  Baba said he was fourteen when he was sixty-seven. At first, we saw it as one of those late-life oddities. Old age had begun to court him, but unlike his peers on Marian Road, he did not flirt back. They dyed their grey hair black, left the top button of their shirts undone to […]