Daily Monitor
Saturday February 20 2021
Philip matogo
Kwabena and I stood there, our eyes red with rage as we both breathed fire: in and out. Each of us were ready to dish out punishment in the form of “knuckle sandwiches” onto each other faces.
Two best friends turned instant enemies, like powder milk inside a powder-keg. With the galaxy hanging in a balance above us, a violent reckoning was about to arrive.
So, to lead the way, I stepped even closer to Kwabena and vowed to “adieus” his existence. He quickly covered his mouth with his right hand.
“It seems you didn’t brush your ‘teet’ this morning,” he protested.