Adanne
I sit at my window sill and pick my nose. I know it's a bad habit but I can't just seem to stop. I sit there waiting for Adanne to burst in through the door like she always does just because she has an extra key. She doesn't ever knock and I often teased her that she would burst in to see me and the lover going at it one day. She scoffs whenever I say this. But Adanne is not going to burst in through that door, not anymore—not today, not tomorrow, not forever because Adanne was unalived at the last election that was conducted in my country. Adanne is the perfect definition of larger than life. Never has anyone met Adanne who didn’t immediately love her. She has a wonderful way with people and is a master at weaving words together to construct beautiful sentences that kept her listeners enraptured to her. Adanne has skin the colour of caramel—very rich golden brown coloured skin that constantly glowed due to years of intense skin care routine and deep moistur