Sew special
The silence this time was as heavy as a typical Lagos morning rush hour traffic; Zibby’s face was a Kodak- worthy moment. ‘But …but both of you…’ She spluttered, when she finally found her voice but not the right words. Like a complicated bank vault lock, things began to fall into place, the puzzle pieces fitting perfectly. Her mind spun. Olumide’s words, his subtle actions…
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