CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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e were wrong. I thought we could learn something by confronting Sharon directly. We did find out a few things about Aaron’s background, though it would have made more sense if I had allowed her to finish my hair before confronting her.
Going to school with untidy hair would have earned me a punishment from the teachers, or the prefects—particularly Tokunbo. Nigerian schools should really review this perfect thing. Why give them so much power? Even adults misbehave if given power, so she was guaranteed to act like an i***t. Tokunbo had been a thorn in my side for as long as I could remember, and things had gotten even worse after she started dating Makinde.
The sun had sunk low into the sky by the time we returned to my neighborhood. The light drained away, giving way
