Her eyes were glued to the screen, at the image of the recent occupant in her mind, ice cream tub in hand. She had to admit he was a really good actor and all the stunts he pulled made her want to learn karate. She wanted to throw her ice cream tub on the floor and kick and punch the air, imitating his moves but she knew that was silly. A smile enveloped her face at the thought. Imagine her sitting in front of the TV, eating ice cream and binge watching Ifeanyi Daniels action flicks. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had ice cream, even the flavour wasn’t something she ate.
Pistachio and hazelnut. The nuts in it made a crunching sound as she chewed. It wasn’t that good but it wasn’t bad either. If anyone were to tell her then that she’d one day sit in front of the TV and binge
