Suffering Competition  Oluwagbenga Kolawole the wind howls tauntingly in my ear as I respond to your summons. I run my fingers down my side, over scars that my skin has now forgotten, past my exposed rib cage, where you  reached in to borrow my heart. Here, there is death, taxes  and glory. I daresay it … Continue reading Suffering Competition  By Oluwagbenga Kolawole