Twenty Four

Tonia got home exhausted, while inside the taxi she had measured all that she would work out for the rest of the evening. She planned to take her bath first and then retire to bed till the next day when she will get a new phone.

Tonia lives in a multi-tenanted building, her room is the third by the left. There were nine tenants altogether.

"Tonia, where have you been and you switched off your line?" One of the tenants asked her, as she just slipped out of the taxi. The woman sells petty things outside the compound.

"I went for a retreat," she said struggling to get her bag down from the car. There was a boy of 10 years old, seated outside, he ran to help Tonia with her bag.

"The retreat made your flesh start coming up," the woman teased her. Tonia blushed and went inside. She had a fifty naira note on her table days ago, before she left the house, she gave it to the boy that helped her.

She felt sad a bit, she wished that her mother was alive, she would have told her about madam Flore