Six's A Squad: Amanda POV

The light has gone.  It was replaced by huge clouds resembling iodine-soaked balls of cotton wool. Balls of cotton that eventually became rain, rain that's falling in drops the size of over-ripe mango fruits. 

We are at the dining room, sitting on the floor in the shadow of the massive opepe toned table. It's burnished surface gleams even in the dull light. Each of us has a bowl of G4 in hand. At least that is what Ahmed called it when he asked if i wanted to "partake". G4 turned out to be garri, full of more granulated sugar than i think is healthy with groundnuts floating in it. 

" Watered cereal" Chantelle called it, either to make me feel better or to sound more American. I don't know which. Now, i can barely keep the watered cereal from going the wrong way in my body. Ahmed is in what i have come to know as his full blown crack-your-ribs-mode, and those of us who aren't in the process of laughing are half dead with laughter.