Choosing Death
“My birth is a mistake that can be corrected only by my death,” I told her.
I needed help. I had become a wrecked ship lost at sea.
It was my sophomore year. I was at Ekehuan campus, studying Mass Communication. My grades were faltering; I had failed an advertising course because the lecturer whipped out a question he never really taught and made it the mandatory one. In my freshman year, I’…
