JIDE

I shook her hand firmly and gave her a tight smile. "Jide."

She nodded queerly and ensconced in the only chair in the room. "I can tell Ivory is being well taken care of," she noted sarcastically, giving us a stern look.

"Ma'am, this is not what it looks like," Kofi tried to placate her.

"It is exactly what it looks like. She is lying there almost dead for heaven's sake," she raged, gripping the handle of the chairs till her knuckles turned white.

"When she is awake, we are going to withdraw her from the farm. Inform Mr. and Mrs. Khoza that it is a no deal from...