Madam Fati's heart skipped a beat as she took in her daughter's bold declaration. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the room and daughter was palpable.
Amira , madam Fati said , her voice laced with concern , why are you so insistent ? I know you have heard me talk about Bra Kwame, but you don't know him like I do . He's a good man, yes , but his heart ... heart may already belong to someone else.
Amir's eyes sparkled with determination she was as strong willed as her mother had been in her youth, a trail that had always been both admirable and troublesome.
Mama, you have spoken so highly of him , the young Lawyer who's helped so many people in the community. How could I not be curious? I want to meet him , talk to him , and see for myself. Even if he's with someone else, I want him to know how I feel.