September (not) to remember, by Ayooluwa Akinduro

A month ago, Nike was lying down on the recliner on the balcony of their duplex somewhere on the Island, reading Chimanmanda Adichie‚Äôs “Americanah”, while Kola was painting her toe nails with a sonic blue nail polish he had picked from a beauty shop on his way home earlier in the evening. He was doing…