BOMBSHELLS AND LAVENDER

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Yemisi, pack into the store quickly” I heard my mother’s voice. I hastened to bundle the umbrellas that where sampled at the door of the shop. A smile started on my face, I had been thinking about Kofi, again. I kept analyzing the way he spoke to me, the last time we had a conversation. I thought about his deep eyes and his face. “That face of his…” I thought. “Does he actually love me?” I wondered.

I bit my smiling lips gently as I stood there reminiscing, having no idea that my mother was staring right at me. “My pikin na the weather dey sweet you so?” She said shaking her head with a smile on her face. Continue reading