“The wedding is the third most important event a woman’s life, after the actual marriage and having kids, of course”, her mother had said to her, as she tucked straying strands of hair underneath the professionally tied gele on her daughter’s head.
No sooner had I boarded the bus than I was struck very hard on my scapula with a gun. I clasped my shoulder instinctively and let out a loud groan of pain. I was slapped by a burly man in ankara sitting next to me. I don enter one chance
I don’t know why but my mind drifted to last week when my mum came to visit me from Abeokuta in Ogun state.