Searching the Wild Lovely West

The night skies glimmered with a fistful of stars. The moon was barely out, it being just 7pm. But the thunder that rumbled in them seemed to gather just enough clouds to wrap the blissful sunset. A little while ago as they drove from the airport, the Lagos skies were on fire, all crimson and orange. It was a blissful sunset, as i said. But in an eventful second, it was all gone, like who this young boy was yesterday. The sun, was now hidden behind the dark, fat clouds rather than its horizon. It's home.