“If he knew what I was, he’d tear me to shreds with his bare hands.
But watching his massive muscular form weave through the crowded club left only one thought in my mind.
What a way to go.”
Obayana Okoye has lived a long life. Perhaps too long. He’s been a king, a poet, a pauper. He’s lived long enough to see everyone he’s ever loved die, and he’...