23rd of January
I couldn't get out the conversations I and Tope had the previous night. We spoke on and on about his articles and the other ones he had written for different spaces and also about the blog I had been planning to start so I could qt least show the world a bit of my writing that I keep hidden inside the notepads.
We all sat in living room, it was a Saturday morning, everyone didn't really have anywhere to go growing up, the weekends were the only time we actually really saw dad because he worked so much and most times he either got home when we were both asleep and left very early when non of us was awake.
He was on the big coach reading the morning paper as usual and mother who was in and out of the kitchen making the special Saturday jollof rice was sitted next to him.
