ENUGU TO LAGOS

Christine sat in the gazebo, journaling her thoughts as the gentle breeze rustled the leaves around her. The pen in her hand moved quickly across the pages, recording her mixed emotions—anger, confusion, and an odd sense of relief that she was finally leaving for Kenya soon. The past few days had been emotionally draining, and writing was her way of processing everything.

The stillness of the moment was broken by voices drifting from the nearby garage. Christine looked up, her focus drawn to the sound of Ayo chatting with his father, Mr. Wasiu. Normally, their conversations were casual, filled with laughter or stories of Ayo’s school day, but this one caught her attention.

“Sean just texted,” Ayo said, his tone almost excited. “He wants me to come wash his car again. I’ll go after I help you with the flowers.”