Back at home, Dera settled by her window after returning from school. From there, she unintentionally overheard a conversation taking place across the street that seemed to be about her. Driven by the need to satisfy her curiosity, she couldn't resist the urge to eavesdrop, carefully listening as a passerby spoke in a slightly raised voice, unintentionally allowing her to catch every word of the discussion clearly.
'Dera has managed to clear her school debts. Everyone is wondering what magic she did. Rebecca said that Dera was able to do that because of her new boyfriend…'
As Dera eavesdropped on the conversation, she shielded her eyes from the late afternoon sun that pierced through the window like a fiery arrow. Suddenly, she remembered that she needed to go to the internet café. She moved to her small dresser and put on a white polo neck sweater and a plaid skirt. Spotting a jacket hanging on a hanger against the wall, she grabbed it and slipped it on over her ensemble, adding an extra layer of warmth and style.
With some money in hand, Dera mounted her bicycle and pedalled her way towards the internet café situated near her house. Arriving there, she swiftly made a deposit of one thousand naira and proceeded to the computer booth that had been assigned to her.
After entering the user ID and password provided on the internet card, she immediately searched for Goodwall. Clicking open the Wikipedia page, she read through the app's history, services, partnerships, awards, and recognition with a smile.
She clicked on another webpage, patiently awaiting its loading while gazing at the screen. Once the page finished loading, she meticulously read through the article and realised the necessity of printing certain portions to aid her oral presentation in class. Glancing at the clock, she discovered that an hour had already passed, leaving her with a mere five minutes before her paid computer session expired. She pondered whether it was worth paying for another hour of browsing, considering she might not truly require it.
Without hesitation, she clicked the print button and rose from her seat, making her way towards the man seated at the front desk. The man seemed deeply engrossed in watching a documentary with the volume turned low, which Dera quickly discerned as a Clean and Green documentary.
'Sir, I just had some information printed,' she said, politely addressing him.
The man briefly glanced at the printer, pulled out the freshly printed papers, and handed them over to Dera. She promptly paid for the printouts and exited the internet café. Stepping outside, she immediately texted Andrew to inform him that she had completed the assignment and was excited to confidently present it in front of the class.