I went to my friend’s house, only to meet someone there, a boy.
This boy and I didn’t like each other. We knew ourselves from secondary school.
Now, my friend didn’t know we hated each other before inviting us both at the same time.
“How far?” I said immediately after I arrived, politely reaching to shake this boy o.
He didn’t raise his hand. I quietly dropped mine, and then sat down to talk with my friend.
After some minutes, I brought up the issue of my father’s birthday to my friend, telling him it was close and since he has been the best husband and father to my mum and us, I want to get him something nice. I was asking my friend for ideas.
“Best father ke. Best husband ni,” the other boy suddenly chipped in, interrupting us. “Is it not that your father I see visiting olosho house every day?”
“Oh, he goes there to preach to your mother most evenings,” I replied.
