Ifeanyi turned in his bed and fluffed his pillow, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He turned again to a different position, he closed his eyes but sleep didn't come, he was wide awake.
"Damn it," he cursed, "this is hopeless."
The horn of a car was blaring loudly enough to wake the whole neighborhood, he got out of bed and glanced out the window. A white Corolla was parked in the middle of the road with its headlights on, Katrina's car.
Of course it was that infuriating woman. He stepped into his slippers and marched out of the room, down the stairs, ready to give her an earful. Everyone he knows steers clear of places they're not wanted but not this maddening woman. He opened the gate and walked briskly to her car.
He knocked on the window but she didn't answer, her head was
