I played the role of friend for a few years, until my affection began to border on obsession. Looking back, I feel that I could probably have killed for Azeeza, if only so she would give me a chance. I never asked for that chance though. I did not think it was possible.
James could not, and would never have gotten over Yinka without Azeezat; his rescue and doom. She saved him from a nightmare he could not endure, showed him that not all light was of Yinka’s making.
‘A’ is for addiction, for I’m addicted to her essence. Never has there been and never will there be one whose beauty could brush the soles of her feet. I felt like a shadow sometimes, without a reality of my own, so I ran, so that finally I could recognize my existence.
Better listen to me. Those people have no culture. Do you see how they greet their elders? No respect at all. My son is married to a Ghanian. I don’t know why he could’nt find a proper yoruba girl somewhere.