Turtleneck | by Justin Irabor | African Crime Fiction

“Lekwa uzor,” The Man barked, and the driver mumbled something polite while continuing to drive with his usual recklessness. A nameless rapper was shrieking painfully on the radio, drowning the hum of the car. The Man was sweating, even though it was colder than a morgue in here. I hiked up my turtleneck and resisted the impulse to […]