Dance Of The Flames
Mercy eyes were filled with dismay at the state of the sitting room she had tidied up just a few minutes ago. It was now in disarray, everything out of position. The centre table was upturned, the cushions were on the floor and to worsen everything, the contents of a cereal box was lavishly scattered on the centre rug. And the culprits, two little boys, George and Mickey were standing in the middle of the room, grinning sheepishly. They were covered in cereal. "Which kain tin be dis na? Wetin I do una wey make una hate me like dis? Why una dey make my work hard like dis na ehn?" She lamented, her arms flailing wildly. Mickey ran to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was four years old and adorable. "I love you Aunty Mercy" he grinned adoringly at her. "Me too, Aunty Mercy." George called from where he pulled at the strands on the centre rug. Mercy looked at them and sighed in exasperation. She loved them too but they drove her craz...