Externals - Chapter Twenty-one
"Here we are!", Zach assisted me in getting down from the bus when we reached our destination even though I didn't need his help. "Thanks", I smiled. "Zach, please come and help me carry this boy", One of the women in the bus begged him to help carry her sleeping son. "Alright, ma", He carried out her request even though he seemed more eager to take me inside the house so I could sit down and relax. When Omma and I later went to the restroom, she told me he would have replied her rudely if I wasn't there. I didn't know if that was supposed to be a good or bad thing. Mrs. Thompson's family house wasn't a bad site to behold. As most Nigerians do, the parents of the bride contracted a painter before the wedding because the painting of the house looked new. Likewise, some new furniture in the living room smelt of painted wood. Outside the house, an area that seemed like it was once bombarded with weed was smooth. It was ...