CHAPTER XII
The alarm clock rang very loud, vibrating everything in the room. There was a groan, and a young man raised his head off the bed and turned it off.
“Thank God,” another guy on a bed opposite said. “I think sey armed robber enter this house. Wetin be time?” he asked.
“8:30. Jesus Christ, today is going to be a long day, but I don't even want to stand up. I feel like I'm nursing a hangover.”
“And we suppose go meet Mr dé Crozon for, like thirty minutes.”
“We? Oh, I didn't tell you, I have a date with Belinda today.”
Chuks sat bolt upright.
“You ask am, and she gree? Because of that small talk wey you follow am talk yesterday?”
“Yeah, I even collected her number,” he said with a yawn. Chuks shook his hand solemnly.
“You be your papa pikin. Make I just call the man sef.” H
