Fifty.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"You called for me?" Bushra asked her parents as soon as she entered their room that blessed afternoon. She was hopelessly lying on the bed with no direction or future whatsoever when a call came through her intercom that her parents want to see her in their room so she hastily made her way there thinking it might be something urgent. Looking at their relaxed poses though, she is not so sure anymore, it's something else.

"Yes, your father and I want to talk to you about something really crucial." Her mother removed her medicated glasses and stare at her husband searchingly while Bushra on the other hand is trying her best not to reply sarcastically when she said 'talking about something' it's obvious they are going to tal