Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days 🎁 Recent

Not dramatically—not like a Hollywood curse. But a day here, a week there. A crease beside his mouth. A knuckle that ached before rain. His thirty-year-old face now looked forty. His hair, once thick as oiled rope, began to thin at the crown.

The crowd roared.

His back curved. His skin folded. His eyes, still kind, still tired, looked out from a face that had seen centuries in a second. Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days