CHAPTER EIGHT
Bibi alighted from the car and held the door open for Tiffany, before Lanre could get the chance to do so. And as he held the door, He heard someone shout. “Odogwu.” “Yoruba boy.” He turned around as Jevic slapped him on the back. “Igbo man.” “Your kontaina don land?” He asked in a fake, deep Igbo accent. Jevic burst out laughing, “dis ya ‘ed no correct,” he replied in a thick, fake Yoruba accent. And they both laughed holding on to each other.
“Ha Odogwu Bibi, it is great to see you again. But step aside please, there is a beautiful damsel here.” “Nnewi boy back off, do not even start with your beautiful damsel story. I have seen you in action. This is Tiffany, my fiancé.” “So, the rumors are true. Gbenga called me this morning that he was hearing rumors, but I told him it
