The Arts-Muse Fair

The Last Man Standing by Deborah Oluniran 2am, December 2050 "Come back quick, husband. It seems the baby wants to join us for Christmas." Ibidun would  calmly say with a smile in her voice "I'll be home soon. Five minutes, tops." He would jump down from the plane; it would still be here tomorrow. He would only have to walk down the street before he would find a car he could loan for the night. He would be wearing a polo shirt, 3-quarter shorts and a smile, which would turn to a scowl soon. Nigeria, security would be tight. He would jog across the road and almost run into a police van.  They would hit the break hard and park. "I'm sorry, I'm in haste." he would try to hurry on but a strong hand would hold him back. "You almost got us killed. You didn't look at the road before crossing. "Are you a terrorist, or a thief?" the other officer would say, looking at his tennis and Rolex,  tastin