The Broken Flute

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by Sunday Eyitayo Michael

finish long ago self. (Grabs TAYO) make we go.

  TAYO. (Hugs SEGUN) greet everyone for me.

  A sorrowful nor tune is heard from the background.

  TAYO. Now, I understand why Baba keeps talking honesty. The cat I wanted to fit in the bag refused to enter. Now Baba honesty pays and Am here to suffer. A scar that will never leave me, till the day I vanish from this planet, to where only God knows.

  BLACK OUT.

  THE END

 


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