"Uncle Ikenna," the girl beside him said innocently, her voice laced with playful mischief.
Ikenna's head whipped toward her, his expression clearly displeased. "You promised you wouldn't call me that again if I gave you my phone for those pictures!" he protested.
"Yes, I did promise not to call you that anymore," she replied, her tone calm and composed, as if she were reading from a legal document.
"But the agreement was your phone for those pictures and a great new phone for me. You haven't bought the new phone yet, so I can go back to calling you 'Uncle.'" She folded her arms, her logic impeccable.
Ikenna opened his mouth to respond but quickly shut it, realizing he could not argue with her reasoning. She had him cornered, and she knew it.
'What exactly was I thinking when I promised to buy her a phone?' he thought, suppressing a groan. The very idea of explaining this to Somto made his stomach churn.