by Collins Etoh
I sat on the edge of his clean carved chair
that was painted brown and looked so expensive, crossed my legs so that
the left was on top of the right, and my hands were safely placed on
the cap. I knew this wasn’t going to be a funny ride, but at least Tayo
had encouraged that I tried as much I could to enjoy it, after all what
harm could it bring to a fighter like me, a desperate lady like myself
that sought after fame like the United States after oil. I actually
didn’t care of anything other thing at the moment, but what I needed to
do to push my way to limelight.
I carefully observed the
house, and made sure I was at the right place. I heard he was the best
man in the game, and if I was to make it quick he was the person I was
supposed to be seeing. And that I was sure I was going to be doing more
often.
