TEARS
Mrs. Jamiu was in the compound of her house rolling on the floor and yelling hysterically as sympathizers kept trooping into the compound, trying to get her to sit.
Her hair was disheveled and her wrapper was off, leaving her in her underwear which was transparent enough for them to see her inner wear.
The tears had ruined her already made-up face, making her look awful. It was evident enough from her looks that she was mourning.
She was preparing to go to the shop when she received a call from her brother in Zaria about the death of her son, Ayoade.
Her first fruit!
She couldn't even wait to hear the cause of his death before she ran out of the room, into the compound, calling for help as she stumbled to the ground, rolling for what seems like eternity.
Her ne
