by Obinna Ozoigbo
Issue No. 209 ~ October, 2014
Suddenly we see ourselves watching in horror as the very last patient ahead of us, a lanky fellow, reels out of Smiley’s consulting room. He holds his mouth with both hands as if all his teeth will otherwise fall out. As his boots clatter on the polished ceramic tiles, like those of a drunkard staggering home from a local pub, my palms break out again in a sweat.