Chapter Twelve

The sun was high up in the sky, and as the taxi pulled over, she was immediately thankful for having carried her sunglasses along with her. She alighted from the air-conditioned red taxi, and took out her glasses from her newly bought black mini bag, and wore them.

She was putting on a knee-length black dress, and a beige coloured jacket, which was of three-quarter length, matching the outfit with black silhouette heels. As usual, her hair was packed up in a bun, and for the first time in a long time, she applied powder to her face and a red shiny lip gloss, which made her beauty more obvious than it already was.

The taxi driver, a man of average height in his thirties, stepped down from the cab, and brought out her suitcase from the boot, wearing a broad smile and offered to take it into the hotel on her behalf.

“No, don’t worry,” Bukunmi said, collecting the suitcase from him.

“You’re too kind,” He said, with a smile.