“This tailor of mine nearly ruined my clothes” Raihana complained as she wore her blouse.
“She did the same to mine” I replied dabbing powder on my face.
“I did madness for her when I met her. See what she turned six yards of ankara to”
“I told you we should give it to our usual tailor but you said this one is good because she sew your friend’s clothes” I picked my gele. “She was fair with mine. I like the style”
Raihana sat on my bed and brought out her makeup from her bad. It was Eid and the house was bubbling with people. This year, Eid-il-fitr took place in our house. Raihana gave up her room for some of my cousin and she stayed with me. Everyone was back to Lagos. As I tied my gele trying to make it perfect.
“I know something is wrong with you” Raihana said making my heart skip.
