Amarts's Notes

 A sudden thunder accompanying a heavy downpour sent shivers down Christiana’s spine. At that moment she started to wonder why she was so nervous by thunderclaps but she knew deep down that the thought of Bayo was responsible for her anxiety. She had been feeling so tense ever since she saw Bayo nine years after they departed affectionately. She had always imagined that he would have changed, but she never knew the transformation would be so awful. His once good-looking face now so dreadful made shudders run through her lean body and drove away her sleep. She remembered how she would look out of the window from her room to gaze continuously at his strong masculine build while he trimmed the flowers in the garden and how she had imagined his well-built body in her bed. She had fantasized her life in the future with Bayo. Although she tried to push his thought away, but the memories she had with him rushed through her mind unconsciously. When she couldn’t stop to picture the night

Amidst the muddle of several drivers honking, disorderly driving and heavy traffic of Lagos road, with loud exchange of banters by drivers and commuters alike, pedestrians dangerously crossing the road, none of these commotions seemed to aggravate a cab driver driving on Ikeja road, heading towards Muritala International Airport. His attitude during this trip was very uncanny; for he was known for letting out streams of invectives on other road users while driving his cab. However, this afternoon he was grinning as he surreptitiously watched through the rear mirror his passengers, two young lovers kissing. Their romance had pushed him out of Lagos into the sweet reminiscences of his youth.  Those good old days when he used to have the younger version of his wife by his side without thoughts of school fees or house rents. He smiled thinking of their sneaky way of meeting at their favorite meeting point, behind a popular restaurant where they kissed. He dared not try to kis