My Flatmates

At the core of Kweku is deep shame and self-loathing. Having squandered his modest family’s meagre resources, and fallen deep into a life of violence and crime, he barely made it out with his life, and even now, not entirely so. There is also guilt born out of his inability to save his girlfriend who was murdered right before his eyes while they were trying to escape. Every resident is his dead girlfriend incarnate; he would take a bullet before he lets anything happen to anyone who lives under this roof. Flo is the balm to his wound, the one person he believes knows his flaws and all; and accepts him that way. His relationship with her is complex, she is a mother figure no doubt, but at the same time there’s no denying there’s something sensual between them. As his past crashes in, is his future broken beyond repair or …?