“Mummy, that bastard just left me abruptly… and was soon with one Scottish girl called Gwendolyn.” Elo fumed.
“Listen to me, you are my daughter, and the last thing I’ll do is to mislead my own daughter.”
“So, what does he want from me?”
“His mother sat with me last week for hours, and tabled everything out, Elo.”
“His mother should go and meet Gwendolyn’s mother and not you, because, as far as I’m concerned…”
“Shut up and listen to me, Elo. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
“I’m listening.”
“Samson is deeply sorry for what happened, and would be coming to Nigeria next week. His father and your current Vice Chancellor were former course mates and buddies at the University of Benin, so he will assist him with…”
“Assist him with what?” Elo asked in a bout of mirthless laughter.
“Assist him in speeding up the process to get your results ready, to enable you get transferred to Robert Gordon University.”
“Robert Gordon… listen mummy, I’m in 300level and I’m not…”
“Listen to me Elo
