Friday 19 December 2014

THE REPLACEMENT KILLER

   So I was in this cab on my way home from the day's hustle late this evening. The atmosphere was quiet and calm. The tired faces seated in the vehicle I'm sure dreamt of nothing but shower, dinner and bed. Few minutes later, the bored driver punched on the power button of his stereo to probably find some good tunes to chill on, but reverse was the case. I doubted my ears' receptivity when I heard the shepherd of a supposed fold, dish out this as a prayer point.