My childhood monster had a name. He was Olomo with a fierce look, thunderous voice and bloodshot eyes. He had a strong grip and a menacing laugh.

Olomo loved darkness and he was around most nights. This monster was behind every closed door and with lights off, he crept under the bed uninvited. Grabbing tiny feet were one of his favourites. He was present in most of my dreams, chasing or drowning me in my sleep.