One would conclude that the world was going to end that day. The beautiful atmosphere that was coloured with the tunes of lovers had now turn murky, as if the surface of the sun had been covered with mud all of a sudden. It was a girl, both of you had known about three months ago. Baba had told you. You had even suggested names for her. Both of you had agreed to let her first name be MORENIKE. The last one, a girl too, was Aderonke, but she too like this one never waited to get her name.