Chapter 17
It had been months since she’d visited Osita and Clara’s place in Surulere. Now, the compound and the two-storey house wore a festive air. A cluster of white-roofed canopies blocked the main door entrance to the house and provided shelter to a multitude of animated partygoers. Some of them were occupied with chomping on the food and drink placed on their tables. A group of clearly inebriated guys were arguing loudly across a table overloaded with bottles of beer and spirits.
To the left of the canopies, two man-size speakers blasted out a heart-thumping, earsplitting Ifem Neli by Flavour. Through the windows of the upstairs living-room, Farida spied people’s heads moving about. A portion of the people had spilled out from the room onto the balcony.
“Mr. Big!” Joshua Utibe, So
