FARIDA STRIPPED HER dress off her body and tossed it on her bed. In her bra and boy shorts, she headed for the toilet. Her mobile rang, halting her advance.
She grabbed it off her dresser, glanced at the screen and yelled. She jammed the phone to her right ear, grinning. “BK!”
“Hi, sis... I saw your missed call and then I read the text you sent later. Sorry-o, I was on call in the hospital.”
“BK! I missed you.”
“I’ve been busy, sis. Hmm, your news... dad was faster than you. He gave me the koko, the scoop, on your engagement. You’re marrying a Crown Prince.”
Farida giggled. “I forgot about that... the fact that his father is an Igwe and he’s next in line.”
“You’re one of the few women I know who can say that. So, sis, we’re all coming to Lagos. We’ll stay with dad. He has enough spac
