Chapter 6: New Sun for My Spirit

Next morning, I come down on time.

Cock never even finish crow. I dey ready, bag dey hand, my spirit dey strong. The air for house dey cool, kitchen dey smell like early morning bread.

He dey cross leg, phone for hand, dey direct steward: ‘Arrange flower for corner, put drink for fridge, call decorator.’ I pass behind him, no expect greeting. Na new day, new Ngozi. This time, I dey waka my own path.