ut more like trying to catch a butterfly that flutters just out of your grasp. You know it's close. You

y was no

mountain of food, the neighbors came by with congratulatory smiles, and Baba Tunde even took the afternoon off work to sit with them in the living room. But the

ave her just enough of a push to keep going. She'd smile at the thought, even though

e, too. Every

there in the late-night study sessions. There when the stress got to be too much and she'd break down, sobbing quietl

he'd say. And, "You're s

lking about life the part of her that she sometimes do

she had it easy. He wasn't sweeping her struggles under the rug.

. It was the pressure of being different in a world that didn't have much space for p

ical textbooks, she thought about the future. About being a doctor. About being a

dn't know if her body would ever let her. But somehow,

s of classes and tests, there was Jide, sitting next to her in that small room, offering her

ose moments, they both knew. It was love. The qu