~Fola~ Sunday evening and I was in my room watching a movie on Netflix when someone knocked on my bedroom door. I knew it was my brother so I ignored the knocks. If he likes, he'd enter and if not, he should sleep there. The knocks became more persistent after a while that I couldn't ignore it again. "David? Are you high? Do you want to break the door?" "It's not David." Came the petite but firm voice. I paused the film and instantly sat up on my bed. I know that voice any day any time. "Come in."

                            ~Moji~ "How about we have a cultural night instead of a cultural day?" I shouted animatedly, drawing the attention of my classmates to us. It was exactly three weeks to our cultural day, which used to come up immediately after our first term exams. I was having a conversation with Tobi about the plans for the cultural when that absolutely beautiful idea popped unto my mind. He was sitting on Fola's seat. The later was reading in the library. I squealed on my seat, expecting approval and administration to lit his eyes but if anything, he looked bored. And a little bit repelled at that idea. Why? It was an absolutely beautiful idea.

                                 ~Fola~ I sat at my study desk, staring intently at the paper iny hands. It was the list of things I had written as my to-do list during one of our group sessions. My eyes scanned the things on the list and I swallowed for like the umpteenth time today. The cultural night was exactly in a week's time and even though I had gotten an Ankara print, selected a style and had dropped it off with mom's fashion designer, I wasn't planning on attending.  The only reason I hadn't voiced that out was because I did not want to give mom a cause to worry and then, there was Moji too, she had me sit in every meetings with her and Tobi even though it was getting really hard to in the later presence.  

                               ~Leke~ I clenched and unclenched my fists as I stood by my bedroom window. It's being a week since the Ankara night and that means a week since I talked with Moji. I was angry at myself, not at her. I was angry at the fact that I couldn't control myself. I was angry at the fact it only took Peju taking her top and bra off to lose the last bit of my self restraint. Then I came out to meet Moji waiting for me, looking all wildly pretty and innocent and that was when I got angry, extremely angry that I felt like punching a wall. In the end, I took it out on her. Now she wouldn't even talk to me. I ran into her two days ago with her sister in the

                                ~Moji~ I was watering the flowers in the garden when I subconsciously looked at the compound of the house beside ours. It was Leke's house and I noticed that it was always quiet. Since that night of our cultural night, I had ignored him even though he had tried to talk to me. I wasn't exactly mad at him. I don't even think that I knew how to be mad at people. And now, I was regretting being mad at him. Something bad must have happened for him to have snapped at me like that. To be candid, I was the one that did not mind her business.  He snapped at your girl! He shouted at you. You're supposed to be angry at him, not justifying his actions.  I know but then it's not good to judge people wh