CHAPTER 4That night, Wura barely slept. There were two things, no, two people on her mind: the mole she would have to plant in Alhaja’s shop and Kolawole. At first, she consciously devoted the same amount of mental energy to worrying about both people. But as she let her mind wander, her thoughts shifted naturally and completely to Kolawole.
Kolawole Adegbenro, who was also a student at UNILAG, albeit a 200 level Economics student, was an interesting character. Those were the literal words Wura had used to describe him within twenty minutes of their first meeting.
Wura had gone to visit a friend at Fagunwa Hall, and they ate lunch at the hall’s buttery. In between shoveling grains of rice into their hungry mouths, the girls were carrying on a lively discussion on wearing traditional outf
