Friday arrived with enough tension to power the entire city of Abuja.
By noon, Ife had cleaned the apartment three times.
Not sections of it.
The entire apartment.
Three times.
"Lily!"
Lily didn't look up from her phone.
"No."
"You don't even know what I want."
"I know enough."
"Lily!"
"No."
Ife stormed into the living room carrying a pack of new cushion covers.
New cushion covers.
As if the old ones had committed a crime.
"We need to change these."
Lily slowly looked around.
The apartment looked like a showroom.
Everything sparkled.
Everything smelled nice.
Everything was perfectly arranged.
"Ife."
"What?"
"Your parents are coming, not the President."
Ife pointed at her.
"That's because you've never met my mother."
Lily laughed.
The doorbell rang.
Immediately,
