On the seventh day, he decided to go to Ikeja. The joint
was close to Isheri. Far from where he lived. As usual, he
ordered for malt drinks while he observed the activities
going on in the bar. The music of Fela Anikulapo…
Rita knocked at the door of his apartment and waited
for him to open the door. She did not wait for long.
‘Hey, there you are,’ Henry said as he opened the door
wide for her to come in. He was full of smiles as he was…