Stripped, a short story by Olubunmi Familoni

by Olubunmi Familoni The stripping procedure was always the same—Sniffs would do the top half of the corpse, while I covered the bottom, the trouser pockets. I didn’t like this; it meant my fingers had to come in contact with a dead manhood. Going through dead people’s pockets, that’s how we made a living, my... Read More