After Demola left remorseful, I came back weeping. I felt depressed. I went to the room, I mean my bedroom throwing clothes, scattering my shoes, picking my pillow, throwing on the wall, I kept on throwing tantrums, weeping profusely. No one to talk to presently because I didn’t feel like bumping into my neighbours to discuss a thing. She needed her privacy too. I felt like doing something crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore. I picked my phone and dialed, it was Paul. I knew I was wrong, so I cut the call.

Thinking it was a missed call I knew he felt I was genuinely calling not knowing I...