The Retirement of J.P. Kolawole

It was while I attempted to do the deed that I got shot in the back. Not to say that I was blameworthy for any of the incidences that happened, after all, aren’t we all guilty of some misdemeanour? Such was the tale of the forgotten man with the grossly grizzled face and twisted smile. He was the stuff of every horribly malevolent nightmare…