CHAPTER THREE

TINA

“And that is what happened.” My mother ended her long speech and I just hawked at her. She sat gracefully on the arm chair as if she had made the greatest speech in the world. It was like she was telling me a movie.

“So, in summary, you went to church to pray and whilst praying heard another woman praying the same prayer but in her case for her son. So, you meet her after the prayers and started a conversation with her, where she told you her problems and you said yours. And, after her showing you her son’s picture and how financially stable he is you decided to give my hand to a totally stranger you don’t even know yourself? I mean that sums it all right?” I asked in believe. I sat on the edge of the seat trying to make head and tail of the story. Maybe, if I repeat it three times in my head, it would sound better.

“She is not a total stranger. She is Maame Rose, the women’s organizer in church. And she also saw your picture and was impressed. I also told her you are the owner