CHAPTER TEN
Lamisi procrastinated calling Blaise after the meeting with her horror of a supervisor by completing the interview questions he’d requested. Then she’d researched and compiled a list of Ghanaian hiplife artists who would suit her project if they were available. Her hips were loose and flexible from all the dancing she’d done while listening to their music.
When that task had been completed, her parent’s house, where she would continue to live until she received her doctorate or got married—whichever came first—absolutely had to be cleaned from top to bottom. It didn’t matter that they had a cleaner come in once a week to do that task.
Exhausted, she showered and lay on her bed. Maybe seven at night was too late to call him.
She scoffed at her own state of ridiculousness.
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