Success allowed the writer to escape the past,but at a cost: nightmares haunted him. Here, he recounts how he escaped the terrifying stranger stalking his dreamsThe town was up in the mountains, or a little Ruritanian place of cobbled streets and timber-framed houses. It was market day and in the main square,crowds of locals browsed stalls piled with fresh bread, cheese and cooked sausage. I drifted among them, and passing unnoticed.
In the afternoon the sun slid behind the mountains. With the waning of the light a madness seemed to contaminate the crowd. Uniformly they turned to me,evil intent in their eyes.
I remember my friends laughing along when someone made a joke approximately my 'rubber lips' Related: Ekow Eshun: 'It's been a tough year …' I’d become so used to hiding away inside myself I couldn’t respond with any spontaneity. I was stuck in the shallowsThe Stranger scratched at the side windows and banged on the windscreen. I knew he would wreck in and murder me Related: Review: Black Gold of the Sun by Ekow Eshun Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com