"GO BACK AND PUT ON that green washed out one you always wore last semester, the one with the stripes of shades.” He had commanded. “Although, that shirt has suffered in your hands and needs to be allowed to rest in eternal peace; but wear it.”
Somtoo had stood confused in his presence that early morning and was not sure whether to take him serious, or to laugh. Before then, he had received a text message from Honor that asked him to show up in his lodge with what he was wearing to school. He had appeared enthusiastic and knocked at Honor's door with a new red T-shirt he had, fine denim jeans and his fixed up shoes. He wanted to impress, and was worried that Honor would still find him underdressed, but instead Honor asked him to go back and change to that shirt something he still had in h
