lled it love.

led her eyes just a little and said, "Abeg, we're just frie

covers. There were no long stares across rooms or midnight phone calls filled with confessions. It wa

idn't want to talk about. But somehow, he always showed up after hospital visits. Or brought oranges when she lost too much

. And comforting

ntly. Asked him half-joking, half-not"Would y

pau

the question back. But in the thoughtful, heavy k

carrying something. Some people jus

Her throat was full of too many th

hat. Not yet. It felt too delicate, too

Slowly. Like threads inching closer in a tap

r or fix a leaking tap. Baba Tunde didn't say much about it he wasn't really the type to discuss f

backs too. The

ek of classes. People whispered again. One girl even

notes, some garri and groundnut, and a mat

nting, "is tricky. But if

are much abo

orized his