She stood before room 624 and looked at her wristwatch. She was early.
Two months ago she had a conversation with her father.
“What do you need the money for?” He asked.
“I need to buy clothes and some other things. I shouldn’t be asking you for money all the time.”
“What is wrong with your clothes?”
“They are all faded.” She didn’t bother to tell him that they were also old fashion. She wore long skirts while her class mates wore the latest dresses. She didn’t want to look out of place among her friends.
“Feyi, you must learn to live within your means, with contentment,” her dad said and returned to his dinner of pounded yam and egusi soup.
She pulled down the black dress she wore as a maid walked down the narrow hall. Continue reading