“Yay! Bridal showers, spinster’s last night, wedding eve, so many preparations girls. I’m super excited! “ Tinu croaked, her garbling giggles subduing the babbles of her friends. They girded her with legs enclosed like one in Yoga class with stuffed and colorful pillows reclining on their laps like babies in shawls.             “We’ll make it didn’t and the media itself will bustle with news making an impression on all! Who won’t desire to see Tinuke Solanke, daughter to the Minister of. The young, sexy, talented lady who gets married to Nigeria’s billionaire son. Tinu, I’m glad!”   blared, clasping a face wipe from its pack as she leveled an ointment on the wipe’s whitish surface with the slimy oil dripping as it leaves moi