Kilahi is a twenty six years old graduate who have spent all her life trying to overcome her low self esteem issue. She wakes up to the shocking reality that she might never overcome it.
"Slowly drop the damn gun now and your hands in the air," Garba warned.
Ladi hesitated, then slowly bent down to drop the gun. "Your hands in the air!" Garba ordered.
Ladi lifted his hands in surrender, and the police officers closed in, handcuffing him and the other men. "You're under arrest," Garba declared, his eyes locked on Kilahi with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Why didn't she answer his call? Then he continued, "Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law."
Ladi glanced at Kilahi then he shut his eyes.
Tokunbo 👇🏼
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Paint and Chill
Muyiwa made way to the beautiful reception then he smiled at the receptionist, "Good morning Sir, do you have an appointment for today?" She asked staring at the bouquet of flower in his hand, "Or is your partner in already?"
"Yes."
"What's your name?" She asked checking her log book.
"You won't find it there cause I really don't have an appointment."
The lady rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry, you can book another time." "Please let me in." "No, we are fully booked for the day. We work through bookings. There are ten chairs per couples or friends, we are booked for the day."
Muyiwa exhaled in frustration, "There's someone in there that I need to profess my love to." He answered lifting the flower. "There's nothing I can do Sir." "I can pay."
"Sir, it's not just the money. What if the table gets filled up and the client walks in to find it that way? They won't be happy cause we don't operate that way. " She answered then she answered a call from the office line.
"This is Chill and Paint, who am I on to?" She paused waiting for the caller to speak, "Okay...Okay.. There's no problem Ma. We'll add to record. Congratulations Sir." She chipped in staring at Muyiwa.
"A customer just cancelled for today, how much are you willing to pay to get to see the love of your life?"
Sharon stood before her easel, her brushes dancing across the canvas set with bold strokes of green paint. Her eyes flicked between her canvas and the prototype in front of her - a tree basking in sunlight.
Nearby, Muyiwa pretended to paint, his cap pulled low over his face. He was faintly listening on Sharon and Tokunbo's conversation, trying to gauge the state of their relationship. He fidgeted with his brush, not applying any paint to the canvas.
The male supervisor approached him, a smile on his face. "How's it going, Sir?" he asked, eyeing the blank canvas. "Not feeling inspired to paint?"
Muyiwa hesitated, trying to come up with a convincing excuse. "I'm still observing." "Creativity is from within, you channel your emotions into magic." "So I can draw whatever I feel right?"
