The luxury bus Trevor and I boarded to Greenland left the park past 8 am. Trevor had stated that the journey was to last for six hours so, by 3 pm, I was hoping we would be in Greenland.
I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. Trevor woke up earlier than I. He smiled as I rubbed my drowsy eyes with the edge of my palms.
"Why is the bus not moving?" I asked after stretching my arms. "Hope everything is okay." I sharply added.
Trevor chuckled. He knew my concern over the bus not moving was justified.
"Everything is fine." he replied.
"You guys have ten minutes please, so hurry and return else I'll leave. I don't mind leaving some of you behind." the driver maintained with a scream.
All of these luxury bus drivers possess the same attitude I thought.
 
Green land at last
The driver drove into the park after reducing the car's speed. He carefully climbed the interlocks leading into the spot luxury busses were parked and safely parked the vehicle. "Finally!" I exclaimed and smiled brightly. The supposed 2-day journey which lasted for a week finally came to an end that afternoon. The passengers began to make their way out of the bus. Some who stayed behind were trying to pull out their items of luggage from the compartment where luggage was kept inside the bus. Trevor and I had no luggage so we stepped down hand in hand. I was holding the small luggage bag in my arms. We stepped out of the bus and when our feet touched the ground, I felt the cold breeze. "This is 3 pm and it's cold here," I commented. Back in Numan, I was certain the unruly sun was still at work. "This is Greenland. Everything here seems to be different." Tre
Trevor and I stepped into PLOT 22. My left hand was locked up in Trevor's so I could feel how it was trembling. "Relax!" I whispered into his left ear. He heaved a deep sigh and knocked on the large brown gate. "Who is that?" came a husky voice just when Trevor was about to knock on the gate the second time. A huge man with a scary face lifted a square little opening via the gate from the inside and placed his eyes via the opening. He gave us the look that says 'I don't know you . The man opened the gate and was soon standing before us. "Who are you looking for?" he asked in what seemed like a rude voice. I gaze up at his intimidating figure. He was physically built and could pass for a 40-year-old man. He was black. "I.....we...Is Mr King?" Trevor stammered. Not a good start for someone who wan
After Stephanie hung up the call, I moved to the bed and began opening the shopping bags Clara had earlier dropped on the bed. There was a bag full of clothes and when I took the clothes out, I was amazed that they will all fit in even though I was yet to try them on. The other bag was loaded with simple shoes while in the third bag, there was a cream, lotion, some cosmetics and other things ladies will require. I smiled and pulled out a blue gean trousers and a blue polo shirt from the first bag. After getting dressed, I wore black flat shoes which matched my shirt. I rolled my hair in a ponytail form and stepped out of the room. "Come in," Trevor responded after I knocked on the door to his room. I carefully pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Trevor was dressed in a fine grey sweater over black gean trousers.
Trevor and his father were back in the living room staring at each other without a word. Trevor decided to break the awkward silence between them. "How is your health?" he asked after clearing his throat loudly. "Well, as you can see," the old man replied pointing to himself. "I'm alive and breathing. That's all that matters." he added with a smile. "What do the doctors say? " Trevor further inquired. "They want me to undergo a kidney transplant by the end of the month. We are still looking for a match." he replied slowly and tried to stretch his hands. "I wish you all the best." Trevor replied and lowered his head. "How's your mother?" "She's fine. She's doing good and she sends her regards." "She still works at the Lifeline clinic?" his father a
Stephanie Harrison King and Ella Moore were still around the swimming pool area. "What proposal do you guys have for Trevor?" I asked. "I mean it's a family issue and none of my business anyway so I'll understand if you don't tell me about it." I maintained with a fake smile. "You may not be part of the family but you are Trevor's friend and nowadays, we value friendship more than family." Stephanie stated politely. It was around 8 pm and the swimming pool area was illuminated beautifully. There were flower pots around the area and I could spot a barbecue stand. "We want Trevor to live here." Stephanie disclosed and began walking away from the pool. I stood there, transfixed to the spot and my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
I moved closer to Trevor and sat after heaving a deep sigh. "Calm down," I said this time, yawning out of the desire for rest. "If you know what's going in my mind right now, you will not tell me to calm down," Trevor said with his eyes fixed on the floor. He then cupped his face with his hands. "Is it about the proposal?" I demanded and pulled out a bottle of cold water for him from the refrigerator. "You know about it?" he asked after taking his hands away from his face. He was stunned. Stephanie told me about it." I replied and kept the water bottle beside him on the bed. I took off my shoes and climbed the bed. "Did she tell you that they want me to stay back with them in this city? Are they crazy?" "Stop yelling." I hushed him and ran to shut the door.
I woke up to a resuonding knock on my door. I opened my eyes, yawned and walked out of the bed lazily and before heading toward the door, I turned around to gaze at the wall clock hanging above my bed. "What the hell?" I blurted in disbelief and rushed to open the door. It was 10: am. I had no idea that the sun was up already and so much time had gone by. "Good Morning." Trevor greeted me after I opened the door for him. "I can see you are yet to get out of bed." he sharply added after paying attention to my pyjamas and the way I was stretching my arms. I was smiling then a yawn interrupted my smile. "Good Morning." I replied and cleaned my drowsy eyes with the edge of my palms. Trevor walked in and I shut the door behind him. He sat by the edge of the bed while I pulled a tooth brush from the drawer underneath the table. "I can't believe it's 10 am. already." I said and began walking to the bathroom. "You are lucky you overslept. I didn't blink last
"This city is so beautiful." I commented with my right cheek glued to the window. Since we drove out of the house with Joe, I've been looking around from my sitting position in the car. "Greenland is the best City in this country." Joe alleged with a smile. "I've travelled to most of the states in the country and seen the few I haven't been to on TV. I hereby conclude that this city surpassed them all in development." he justified. "I agree." even though I've only been to a few cities. Three to be precise. Everyone in the country talks about the wonders of Greenland I guess. "You seem to travel a lot." I told John. I was trying to start a conversation, to ease my mind from the tension that lies ahead. Starting the conversation with Joe made me sound like Trevor who always loved talking to people. "Yes, I travel a lot." replied Joe. He was an elderly man, probably Stephanie's age. "I travelled to cities with Stephanie's father before he died. " Steph