A New Chapter
The sun rose over Lagos with a quiet brilliance, casting golden beams that filtered through the blinds and stretched across the tiled floor like fingers of promise. Danika stood barefoot by the window of their apartment, her nightgown brushing softly against her legs as she watched the city awaken. From their third-floor flat, she could see danfo buses sputtering into motion, newspaper vendors shouting headlines, and mothers tugging sleepy-eyed children across the street. Life moved with its usual Lagos rhythm—noisy, relentless, vibrant. But for her, everything felt… still. As if the world was holding its breath for what came next. Behind her, the faint sound of zippers and folded clothes filled the silence. Mike was packing. Again. She turned slowly, eyes settling on the man she had ch
- Writer
