First meeting

A week later…

At Nairaland’s airport…

A man and two dashing kids of around four to five years old got out of the plane.

The boy was wearing a two-piece black and red joggers and jacket. His long hair was framed to one side of his face, covering one eye. On his left wrist was a red watch, while his right hand held a camera. At intervals, he took pictures of views he loved.

Beside him was a cute girl of the same age, wearing a white top and black jacket on a black and white mid-thigh pleated skirt. Her knee-length black boot looked overly cute on her. On one shoulder was a small sized pink backpack. She wore a black watch on her left hand, while holding brown shades in her right hand.

“Nairaland’s airport is not as bad as I thought,” the boy said as he took a picture.

“Indeed, I told you, you’ll like this place,” the handsome man smiled.

“I don’t think so, I smell bad energy.” The cute little girl with hair packed in two ponytails said curtly.

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