SOBECHI WAGGED HER head from side to side, shock tightening her lips and expanding her nostrils.
On one of the three cane chairs under a massive baobab tree in the backyard of Sobechi’s house, Alera folded one honey-coloured leg over the other and laughed. Then, she said, “Sobechi, your face... you look flabbergasted.”
Sobechi blinked, still wagging her head. “That’s because I am.”
Farida darted a frown at her friend. She shifted to the edge of her seat. “Why?”
“Pardon my surprise...” Sobechi’s tone was mocking. “But Alera got to hear about the nightclub incident before I did and she had a bit more time to get used to your news.”
“I should have told you about what happened at his nightclub but everything happened so fast after that...”
“That’s not even the issue...” Sobechi clapped h
