The
look on Cynthia’s face when I asked the question was the strangest. I wondered
if I should worry about it or not. Because, Cynthia was one girl I
never understood: she was a really
I paid the cab fare and the
cab man assisted me in getting my luggage out of his car and then, I opened the gate
just how he had thought me to. As I stepped into the compound with my box of
cloth in one hand and hand bag in the other; the sight of a little boy, say in
his fifth or sixth year, running towards me, startled
I
had been dating Tunji for over two years and I was sure that he was the one I wanted
to spend the rest of my life with. At work, almost everyone knew his name, -yeah,
I was that kind of girl, if I liked something; everyone in my world would
eventually know about it.