JIDE

I admired Ivory's picture on the local gist site. The fact that her smile could freeze a room and her African style of dressing made my heart swell. She was indeed breathtaking.

It was dinner time and I strolled to the dining room. I got my Liberian meal of white rice and palava sauce.

My eyes scanned the dining room to find Ivory was absent. She must have been in the painting room. Deciding to pack some food for her later, I took huge strides to my usual table surrounded by my friends.

"Jide," their voices tumbled in discord.

"Hey. What's good?" I asked as I set my tray...