Joanna's POV
"Wake up!" I heard someone yell close to my ear, so loud that it destroyed my peaceful slumber.
I groaned and turned to see who had the guts to wake me up on that fine morning but my vision was still blurry. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, to get accustomed to the brightness.
I tried focusing my eyesight on the culprit when I felt ice-cold water being dumped on me.
"Holy s**t!" I clamored, while water droplets ran down my body.
"Happy birthday sister!" Elvis said with a grin before he ran out of my room at top speed.
"That big bag of s**t, I'm so gonna kill him," I muttered under my breath and headed for the stairs as I attempted to squeeze the wetness off my soaked shirt.
It's kind of a tradition over here in Nigeria to pour water on the celebrant on their birthday, thou
