Chapter 10
Destiny had met Tunji during her time of depression. Francis had put a bomb inside her. Her father would not even look at her; he had been too consumed in his disappointment of her. She took to drinking. She made Tunji’s acquaintance at a bar. She was on her fourth bottle and was starting to feel dizzy. Her rough looking companion still looked unfazed on his fifth bottle. He was dark in complexion, hefty, featured an afro and had whiskers. They had hit it right away.
“Can I tell you something?” She had asked stroking his beard.
“Baby, you can tell me anything”, he had replied in his deep voice.
“Don’t call me baby... I don’t like it.” She had frowned at him for a few seconds before her face brightened up again.
“Whatever you say my angel”, he had corrected himself.
“I like
