Everyone knows it doesn't take a lot for a day that could have been splendid to be completely ruined. That might have been great for Ebiye, if it had been only a day. A phone call started it all. "So you don't know it's very bad for me to be watching Tinsels alone, on my own when you're in the house." Solakpe was saying as she settled in the chair beside him. Till she spoke, he hadn't noted her presence. There was an ice cream cup in her hand. "It must be because you're around or something," She laughed, "I can't keep up. My mind is not with the show. Are you okay Sweet?" "What? I am, definitely. Why?" He replied. She pushed the plastic spoon into his mouth. "You look like a truck crashed into your head." They were out on the balcony, with the green plants he cherished, which appeared lifeless to him now, wilting. The ice cream tasted sour in his mouth, made him sick. Their neighbour's kids were
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