Ibukun looked at her room as she ran her hands through her hair for the hundredth time. It was still early on Saturday morning but Ibukun’s always neat and tidy room was in a mess. Clothes were scattered on top of each other, some were on the floor, a lot more on the floor.

Ibukun groaned as she threw her head backwards. Why couldn’t she just find the perfect cloth to wear? The door opened and Tosinmile stepped inside the room.

“Christ Jesus, what happened in here?” Tosinmile asked and Ibukun turned to her with a pout.

“I can’t find a cloth for my meeting with Lashe” Ibukun replied and...