Moturanyo arrived at Mrs. Ajayi’s gate without warning, knocking hard—too hard for a friendly visit.Inside the house, Gbemisola Ajayi cursed under her breath as she rushed out.“Ah ah, that useless man has come back again. Na wa.”She flung the gate open.And froze.Moturanyo stood there, eyes unreadable.For a second, relief flashed across Gbemisola’s face.“Ah! Moturanyo? You remembered me today? I thought you had left the country.”Moturanyo smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.“You have mouth to talk. After our last visit, you disappeared. No call. No message. But once it’s gist or trouble, you remember me.”“Ahn ahn, my friend, don’t start,” Gbemisola said quickly. “Life has just been—”“Busy,” Moturanyo finished. “Life is always busy when you don’t need someone.”She glanced past the gate.“That your wicked husband—he’s not around, right? Because I didn’t come here to add beating to my problem.”Gbemisola forced a laugh.“He’s not around. He went out. Come in.”Moturanyo hesit
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