Chapter thirty three.

Iby came back with a medium bowl with steams emitting out of it. He dropped it on table in front of her. He went back inside the kitchen and came back with the agege bread.

She watched quietly as he dragged a stool to the table and sat down. They said a little prayer before they started digging into the soft paste which was normally called, "Akamu" by the indigene's of the country.

He moaned to how delicious the meal was. He had added alot of milk and sugar.

"So.. I bought those for you." He finally said, breaking the little silence that had ensued between them.

He scooped a spoon full and pushed it into his mouth when she didn't say anything. "Using those would help you. Maybe remove these pimples off your face and the cream would maintain your skin."

She said nothing. He got tired and dropped his spoon.

"What is it, May? You ain't eating."

"I am