“Hello, my boy.” Marissa hugged him to her and tousled his hair. He had started choosing his hair cut, and the afro cut was the last one he had chosen. Marissa still marvels at how fast his hair grows. “We should have a cut soon,” she said as she turned to a grandma with a smile.

“Okoo mi,” Grandma said as she moved over for her.

“Good evening, maami,” she laughed again “I have been there for a while looking at your revision session. You two were just so hilarious that I couldn’t help laughing.”

Grandma smile “Abi, oo ri omo e ni? Abi, you did not see your son?”...