“Nene come and wash the plates!” Her boisterous voice roared out.
The widespread greenery fueled my senses to the very brink of my spirits. Scattered atop my lashes were water droplets which once settled on the broads leaves of the large plantation situated behind our old dingy home.
Every day was the same, but the routine never got old. I missed those days, playing in the bushes.
My dreaming eyes fluttered open at the scolding words of the lecturer.
“Miss Okoye!” The mispronounced name escapes his lips pursed with annoyance.
“Sorry sir, I’m just a little far from home”