None of this was making sense.
It was now officially three days since Robert Obare's escape. There was this palpable tension in the air. George had come across a disconcerting threat on Twitter the other day. Someone had posted a meme relaying how incompetent the police were. Another reinforced the message with their views of Obare’s prison break. George had winced and flinched throughout the thread. His girlfriend had rolled her eyes and continued to paint her nails. At that moment he had missed his wife. George rarely thought of his wife, not since the stunt she pulled with his relatives. Whatever happened to African traditions? Was there not a time when men married more than four wives? Not that George wanted to be married to four women, he could hardly handle two of them.
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