Everywhere is silent. Layla stands up and walks to the door. She turns round and gets a good feel of her cage. She observes the cracked but decorated walls, the typical face of old buildings. Layla is now leaning on the door. She is careful not to make a noise. No sooner, had she done this than the midnight’s cold and splash of rains welcomes her to her freedom. Layla is surprised.
This opinion post Casualties of the Mind [2], by Somefun Oluwasegun was published first on %%BLOGLINK%
