MARCH MADNESS-DAY 13

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12

Chapter 13

I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling as the fan rotates slowly. I had switched off the Ac too. It was a chilly morning. The harmattan was still lurking around even though it was the lasy week of february.

Christmas had come and gone, it was just like yesterday, I could still remember the events. Well, as always, dad got most gifts- Apparently from people trying to be in his good grace, those he had once helped, organizations trying to get in touch with him. They will all end up going to charity, he has no use for them.

I had stowed away for the day. Bola was back from her London trip, we met up on christmas then move to Kenneth's house. I don't know if Bola noticed the awkwardness between I and kenneth since we hardly say words to each other. I doubt she noticed, she has been talking non stop about her trip. She also told us she was going to London to further her studies after which I also brought up Harvard. She had teased about how my Dad could by me the world if I wanted.

Kenneth, so where are you going to further your studies? Bola inquired While she munched on the shrimp crackers, Kenneth's maid Bisi had brought us.

I looked up, eager to here his reply. I knew his Dad would be sending him outside the coutry too and I said a silent a prayer hoping it wasn't America.

I am staying in Nigeria. I will attending one of the private universities here, he said with a nonchalant attitude as he plays with the Tv. Remote then changes the channel to MTV.base.

Kizz Daniel song was blowing from the speaker and why i tried to comprehend kenneth not leaving the country, Bola was up and dancing,swaying her hips seductively and doing a popular dance step. I wanted to ask him why but my tongue wouldn't move. I smiled. "That's nice," I said, while i nibbled on the pound cake Bola had brought with her.

Bola dragged me up,begging me to dance with her and i made some funny faces swaying my hips to the song too. Kenneth started laughing at us. And that moment, everything felt okay. We were back to being the three musketeers

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I was indulging in a bout of melancholy for a moment. Terrible news had been airing since morning. The countries in war, those suffering from natural disasters, Refugees increasing on border lines, kids starved to death. This is the reason I don't watch the Tv. It drains you of positivity. But, Yinka's messages on my whatsapp always brought in a whole mood of laughter. He's intelligent, pays attention and has a wicked sense of humour. We spend a lot of hours on the phone when he gets back from work. He was getting ready to write a Post UTME into a federal University.

We have been in contact for two months now, I haven't seen him since the market day. So, we made plans to see the following months, I wanted him to meet my friends, they have agreed to meet him too even though I didn't give them the full details of him.

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Mikun didn't mention that you were cute, just that you were intelligent and fun to be with.Bola said, as she took a sip of her wine.

Yinka smiled at her, apparently blushing, I guess I could say I try, he replied.

I rolled my eyes at Bola, twisting my tongue at her. So where do you stay Yinka?

"Ojuelagba"

"Ooh" Bolu retorted with a knowing look. Then she moved her eyes from me to him then back to me.

She cleared her throat then whispered something into ken's ear. Ken laughed out and Bola tried stiffening a laughter but spilled a bit of her drinking. The sitting became awkward most especially for Yinka. I could see it in his face and I was so dissapointed at my friends behaviour. I took his and drag him up and out of the restaurant with Bola calling after me.

Are we going to leave them here? Yinka asked surprised.

They deserve it and moreover they can call a uber. I said slamming the door to my car really hard.

"I am sorry" I said five minutes into our journey.

"You didn't do anything wrong" Yinka said, his face unreadable, "and more ever I am use to rich kids teasing me about living in a slum". " I developed a tough skin for it" he added, adjusting his seatbelt.

"Do you also think of me as those rich kids?" I asked almost stuttering.

He was quiet.

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Day 13 prompt:Pound Cake
Word count : 781

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