"Congratulations, dear!" Qudrah said just as I told her I was done with my NYSC program. It had been two years since we graduated from school but she had spilled over so she wasn't able to register for her Youth Service with us.

"Thank you" I huffed through the phone.

"Hey, is everything okey?" She said sounding concerned. "Don't tell me you're still sad with what happened to me, after all I had already reseated for the courses – remaining prayer"

"In Shaa Allah you will pass them all" I said.

"Ameen o!" She said and continued. "So now, are you gonna work in your dad's company?"

"I am still...