Thomas was trying hard to concentrate on what he was reading, when the cry of the baby interrupted him. He jerked upright to pacify little Mope, while also trying to make a meal for her. His mind travelled to that fateful day when the rain had lit an erotic fire in him and Seyi, he remembered his friends usually called it a “weather for two” and so they made it. That was the day little Mope was made and that put an hiatus to his budding basketball career. Worse still, Seyi was not around anymore. Weenn!! Baby mope cried again.