11. When Honey Turns Sour

I slipped out of my clothes and slipped in, into another. Lying face front, facing the ceiling, I pondered on the call I just had with Temi.

Why would Jenny want me to join, we don't talk that much to be regarded as friends-in fact, we barely talked. If she had wanted me to teach her, something like other girls who approach me in order for me to teach them one thing or the another, it won't certainly be during the holidays. So, of what be...

"Ooohm!!", Ikem shouted, springing up like an "excited" antelope that just saw a "friendly" lion that wants to exchange pleasantries with him as he punched his bed in frustration, thus interrupting my thoughts.

"Wetin?", Tunde asked, looking up from the beverage he was drinking.

"Arsenal don tear my game...1.2 million naira game and that was my last game", he was now sitting back on his bed, going through his phone as though he wanted to check if some miracle had happened.

Bouts of laughter erupted from every corner, even Akindele who was watching