“ALTHOUGH I ENJOYED bonding with Joshua, I miss my little boy, Chuka. Every time I speak to him, he wants to know when we’re coming home.”
“Unhnn.” Farida grunted, barely listening.
“Awww. Poor boy. He misses his daddy and mummy.” Alera commented.
It was late afternoon and they were in the mini-bus, on their way back to their respective stops. Once again, the guys clustered together at the front of the bus. This time they were yelling and arguing about Arsene Wenger’s starting lineup. The three women sat side by side. Farida, Sobechi and then, Alera.
“I have to go into the studio this evening.” Alera continued, with a sigh. “I’m recording a song for my next album.”
“Unhnn.” Farida mumbled. She couldn’t deny she’d dreamed of kissing Kurt. For a long time, she’d wished with all her hea
