NOMA’S DREAM – Grace Ochigbo
Beatrice Mba comes out from the kitchen to join them in the sitting room. It’s rather surprising that her husband is all dressed in one of his most elaborate ceremonial attires and on his way out already, much more her son Clinton. The young man is also dressed in a ceremonial attire, walking almost shoulder to shoulder beside his father.
“Good morning, My king.” Beatrice calls out so the two men will notice her presence in the large sitting room.
“Good morning, Beautiful woman.” Chief Mba responds, turning and walking in the direction of his wife.
“Where are you going all dressed up so early? The chef and I are just about serving you breakfast.” She sounds worried in a surprising way.
“Mum, do I have breakfast too? And it has to be the new yam o.” Clinton calls out from the end of the room where he’s adjusting a red cap to sit pretty correctly on his head.
Beatrice smiles at him. “We make breakfast for everyone, Son. Or has it changed? Moreover, new yams would only be available for consumption after the upcoming festival.”
Chief Mba clears his throat. “My Queen, you are working too hard, don’t you think so?” He touches his wife’s smooth cheeks.
“But isn’t that why I went for a vacation ahead of time?” She winks at him. “The festival this year has to be louder, better and bigger than last year’s. We must make sure of that.” She smiles sweetly, already visualizing the glamour that would come with the highly anticipated once-in-a-year event.
“And also make sure your son comes around…”
Beatrice swallows at that statement from her husband. Making sure the event is elaborate, that’s undisputable. Making sure everywhere is colorful and glamorous enough to befit the timbre and caliber of their invited guests? Sure! That she can handle, but getting her son’s assurance to be around? That she cannot categorically state. In fact, only God knows that.
“Whatever it takes, Lolo, we must do. He’d be missing three consecutive years if he doesn’t come again this time. That doesn’t speak well of me, my queen, the people are watching.” The man’s voice is sober, appealing.
Beatrice swallows again, not lifting her head from where she’s staring at the ground as though reading something there. “I will do my best, My husband.”
Chief Mba smiles and tries to snap out of the depressing line of conversation they are having. He hates to talk about it. It brings sadness of a very high degree to his heart whenever his mind flashes back. And he needs the best of moods right now, if he must deliver correctly at the meeting he’s going for.
“Association of vice chancellors of Nigerian universities, or how did they call it again, Clinton?”
Clinton’s attention immediately comes to what his parents are saying and he wonders why his father would be directing such a question at him. He’s only following the older man for fun sake, not knowing exactly where they’re up to. That’s what happens when one is the boss of himself and have no one to report to. He can travel at will.
“Well, all the vice chancellors of universities in Nigeria are having a conference in Akwa and I was invited to come give a keynote speech there this morning; call it emergency or elective.”
“Wow.” Beatrice says in excitement. “Go well, my husband. I know you always make us proud.” She hugs him tightly.
“Dad, if we must get to Akwa before 10am as you said, then we better leave now. Or, mum can follow us so you both can continue the love movie in the car.”
The couple pull out of the hug, as Clinton speaks, into a loud and long laughter.
“When you eventually bring me a princess the almighty didn’t deem fit to bless me with, I’d remind you of how jealous you are of your mother and I.”
Clinton rolls his eyeballs as his father makes the statement. That would not be happening anytime soon.
“You should carry a staff too, so that you look like a real ichie.” Beatrice jeered at her son, helping him adjust his collar.
“Mum, I’ll have your time when I get back.” Clinton says, adjusting the red cap again to sit firmly on his head. He’s obviously not used to being dressed this way.
“You two look handsome!” Beatrice calls out to the two men who are already out of the building.
Except the one part that worries her deep within, nothing else comes close to family for her.
On the top is flawless fair skin and eyes that shines brightly, making Theresa want to quickly wrap up this meeting – this very impromptu and behind-closed-door meeting with her crush, sorry, her boss. She watches Akoji move restlessly from one end of the table to the other. There’s something of the warrior in him, combined with a gentleness that makes her heart reach out more to him. He comes back to the computer in front of her, his face an inch away from hers and she could barely breath from the sweet smell of his expensive cologne.
Theresa bit her lips. How could she do this when she knows the heinous implications? At the same time, how can she deny him the first and only request from her ever?
“I know that you are scared.” Akoji takes a seat, very close to the lady whose popping eyes could rival the size of ShopRite doughnuts.
“Sir, you don’t understand. It’d be better if…”
“I know, Tessy.” Akoji interrupts. “I know all those,” He pauses, holding her gaze for split seconds and continues, “…but to me, it’s a commitment now, something I owe and…” He takes in a deep breath.
“Sir, sorry to ask, but don’t you think nothing is worth this risk?”
Akoji let a wry smile dance around his lips. In quick and rapid successions, a lot of thoughts fly through his subconscious. If only the girl beside him knows that after all he’d learnt yesterday, he’s yet to see anything worth not taking a risk for.
“Trust me, Tessy.” He brings back reassuring eyes to the lady. She’s sweating, indicating he’s really pushing her to a very tight corner. “Trust me on this.”
Theresa takes in a deep and loud breath. She wishes in her heart not to be the one at the center of this but then… wishes are not always horses. She scrolls a page or two on the computer in front of her first before pulling out one of several files lying on the seat beside her. Her hands shake while opening it.
“Here…” She stretches it in Akoji’s direction. “Sign here!”
Akoji could feel the fear in the lady’s tone. He swallows and collects the file. Appending his signature in the appropriate place using his left hand as usual, he stretches back the file.
“Listen…” He says as Theresa brings her hands to collect the brown file. “As long as this stays between us, Tessy, you won’t regret it, I promise.”
Theresa collects the file, the heavy thumping from the blood-distributing organ tuck between her lungs could power the Kainji. Without any more words, she gets up, picks up the laptop alongside files and walks out of Akoji’s office as though something or someone chased her.
As the door hits its hinge, Akoji collapses into the couch he is sitting on. Hopefully, just hopefully, he’s not making the greatest mistake of his entire life.
“It’s my job, madam.” Dr Ebiloma says, hitting his right hand against the left gently in a feigned-shy manner.
“I know it’s your job, doctor…” The woman on an expensive lace buba and wrapper, adorned with jewelries of pure gold and a light makeup on her face speaks quite excitedly. “Don’t we have several incompetent doctors around?” Her eyes seek confirmation as she glances to the left side. “They are several of them, right here, even in this city to be more specific. So knowing your job and doing it well, doctor, are two great things.”
Dr Ebiloma shakes his head in the affirmative, giving the impression that he got the woman’s line of thoughts quite expressly.
“So permit me to thank you so much once again for taking care of my beloved Hallie and my daughter here.” She places her hand on Noma’s weak shoulders.
“Now, I should say you are welcome, ma.” Dr Ebiloma says. “Noma is like my daughter too and I will do anything to get Hallie back on her feet in no time, being Noma’s greatest source of strength and happiness.”
The woman, sitting in an extremely relaxed manner on the white chair, chuckles loudly and her weight shakes the chair so much so that one may think it’d break in pieces.
“Let me excuse you both now.”
“God bless you, Doc!” Mrs Gina says as the doctor walks out.
She turns her face back to Noma who obviously has lost a significant amount of weight since she last saw her at the meeting on Monday evening.
“But you kept sounding fine all the time I called you over the phone, daughter!” Mrs Gina’s face becomes serious all of a sudden.
Noma, looking morose at first, curves her lips into a sweet smile. As fake as it’s been all week.
“I didn’t want to bother you, mummy. I know how you take my matter personal, And, you travelled for a conference for that matter. I didn’t want you distracted, worried and disturbed over Hallie and I.”
“C’mon, Noma.” Mrs Gina stops her. “If anything at all, I should be the first to know. I know I’m helplessly busy the bulk of the time, but you can leave me a message even on Whatsapp. It’s because of you children that I make sure to check my whatsapp every single night before going to bed.”
Noma smiles broader, bringing her face to rest on the woman’s bosom. “I’m sorry, mummy!” She pulls upwards to give the older woman a peck.
Mrs Gina smiles. Noma would be her favorite any day, anytime. She cannot even stay mad at the young sweet soul.
“So, what’s next?”
“Well, I told the doctor to discharge us. This hospital room is beginning to choke life out of me and my little one.” Noma holds Hallie’s hand as she says the last words.
Mrs Gina carries curious eyes from Noma to the little girl lying weakly yet sound asleep on the bed. She couldn’t place why Noma would ask the doctor to discharge them when the child doesn’t appear any better.
“Mummy, the more days we spend here, the more heavily we have to pay. Moreover, Hallie only needs her next surgery done and…”
“What surgery?” Mrs Gina asks out loud, seeing that Noma would stop talking anytime soon if she doesn’t make an attempt to pry deeper.
Noma feels like holding her mouth tightly and that way, picking back in the words that’d just left. She doesn’t intend to tell anyone. How did she just spill this now?
“I’m asking you, daughter, what surgery is Hallie…”
Noma knows better than to stay quiet on Mrs Gina. The woman is going to keep probing her until she drags the words out of her throat.
“No, mummy…” Noma seeks best approach to talk in her head. “I was trying to say that staying here won’t pay us, ma.” Her head tilts towards the ground.
“I’ll pay. Name the cost.” Mrs. Gina sounds provoked and caring at the same time. How remarkable? “Look here, daughter, I don’t know why you like keeping things to yourself and maybe you still have this mentality that you should never ask anyone for help…”
“You have done more than enough things for me, for us already, mu…”
“Keep quiet, young lady.” Mrs. Gina’s voice goes up a little higher. “Whatever you think I’ve done for you will be washed down the drain if your pride, or what do I call this now?” She questions with her eyes. “Unwillingness? Yes. If your unwillingness to cry out for help makes me lose Hallie. I won’t forgive you, Noma.”
A teardrop rolls down Noma’s cheeks. She could feel the affection coming from the older woman and most times, whenever she thinks about it, she wonders why the woman likes her so much. She couldn’t have earned it, at all.
“Yes mummy.” Noma’s voice is soft, unyielding. “But we have to go home today. You never know what a change of environment can do to our psyches and you know the place of psychology in healing.”
Mrs Gina smiles at the girl’s analogy. “Very well, then. We’ll go to my house.”
Noma jerks upright. “Ahh!”
“You heard me, Noma.” Mrs Gina sounds stern. “I’m taking you both to my house from here. No arguments, no buts. I need to keep a close watch on Hallie and that would even give you time to go back to work.”
“Mummy, are you sure about this? You are very busy…”
“Not too busy for you and Hallie, and you know that.” She gets up, motioning to Noma. “So, shall we?”
Noma heaves heavily. She’s not sure but knows better than to protest against Mrs. Gina’s final say.
“Noma!” Mrs. Gina calls to her, jerking her up her feet.
“Ye… yes.. yes ma.” Noma stammers. “I’ll get the nurses now.” She hurries out of the wardroom.
Policemen and military officers rally around to make the way straight. The applause still coming out strong from the auditorium depicts succinctly how the talk had gone. Everywhere is turned into chaos with loud shouts and applause and even when chief Mba is already heading to his car amidst the entourage, cheers are still coming out louder.
Clinton feels like the proudest son in the world walking shoulder to shoulder beside his father right now.
Popsman always delivers, he’d boast amidst his friends. And today proves his point even better.
His father had delivered a talk for two hours non-stop, without mincing words or blanking out at any point. It was just last night when the older man asked him to draft out a PowerPoint presentation for him. The presentation has only keywords which he elaborately explained without the help of any jotter or material. Chief Callistus Mbah, though royalty, is a revolutionary force to reckon with within and outside the country.
“Your majesty, sir, we lack words to appreciate you, sir.” Says one of the five men that’d followed him from the auditorium to the car.
Chief’s orderly opens the car door and leaves it that way as chief is still attending to his hosts.
“We never saw ‘Role of cultural emergence and sustainability in the Nigerian educational system’ from this angle.” Another man says, referring to the theme Chief spoke on. “What a depth, sir. We are greatly honored to have you here with us today.”
Chief Mbah smiles with gusto. “The pleasure is mine. The whole of Anambra state is happy to host such an intellectual program.”
“Your majesty, sir, this is Prof Eyitayo Adebola from the University of Lagos, Prof Calmness Komba from the University of Jos,” each person gives Chief Mba a hallowed handshake once mentioned. “Prof Ngige Ndububa from University of Nigeria, Nsuka and, Prof Hassan Abdulkabir from Usman Danfodio university, Sokoto.”
“Sokoto? All the way from sokoto?” Chief Mba sounds elated as he shakes hands with the tall and lanky man. “Yàyà de?”
“Làfià kàlo.” The man with a staunch Hausa accent responds, smiling. “I learnt a lot from your talk.”
“I took a part time diploma course in your university several years ago.” Chief recalls, turning excited eyes from one person to another and back to the Hausa man. “Weren’t you afraid of crossing the borders into our country?”
The tall man looks confused, same with the other grey-haired intellectuals beside him. In fact, only Clinton understood what his dad is insinuating.
“Well, you travelled from Nigeria into the Federal Capital Territory of the Indigenous People of Biafra, alias, IPOB.” Chief Mba jeered and that throws the men into a loud trail of chest thumping laughter.
“Very funny, wolàhí.” The man comments immediately he could stop himself from laughing.
“These men are in the local organizing committee and have worked really hard towards actualizing this year’s Association of Vice chancellors of Nigerian Universities biannual conference. More so that it couldn’t have been held anywhere better than the ambient and peaceful city of Akwa.” The man that’s been introducing and talking the whole time explains further.
Chief Mba raises an eyebrow at the man. “You didn’t introduce yourself, sir.”
The man clears his throat. “I’m sorry, your Majesty. My humble self remains Professor Audu Akpa from the better by far University of Ilorin.”
Everyone scoffs then laughs. They’ve all resigned to their fate regarding how people from University of Ilorin tend to think themselves better than those from other universities in the country. Well, that’s a debate for another day.
“It is so great to meet you all, sirs.” Chief Mba steps into his limousine finally, getting fatigued at the knees from standing far too long. “I hope you all come for our upcoming festival. The one I announced at the end of my talk.” He turns to Clinton and the latter pulls out a pack of papers.
“Here. My special invitation to the most-talked-about yearly New Yam festival of my beloved people.”
Prof Akpa collects it on behalf of everyone else. “If nothing else, I shall be there your majesty.”
The other men say some things in line with affirming that statement. Few more exchanges of pleasantries and the siren begins to blow, leading Chief’s entourage out of the events center. The professors stand, waving at the cars until the very last on the chain drive out of the compound before returning to the auditorium, elated and with so much excitement that cannot be described in words.
Noma holds her phone tightly in her hand as she paces the little distance from the cubicle to the pink colored couch for guests at the side of the waiting room. She’s not sure what to say but definitely know that this moment must be shared with someone.
Mrs Gina had taken Hallie and her to the house. On the way, after inquiring what the situation is with her car, which was actually gifted her about a year ago by the same person, the older woman called her own mechanic and asked to go pick that car immediately from the front of the mall where it’d broken down earlier in the week. They’d barely had lunch in the house, and Noma wanted to rest when a call came in from Lizzy. Unlike other times when Lizzy’s voice would always be laden with fear and concern, she sounded extremely excited as she asked Noma to start coming to the shop immediately.
Mrs Gina, on her own part, was reluctant to let Noma go at first.
“Whatever it is should wait, daughter. You have been crying and not sleeping for several days. You have to rest.”
Noma hesitated for a while. “I promise you it wouldn’t be something hectic from the way Lizzy talked and of course, I’ll be back early enough to rest, mummy.”
Mrs. Gina tried to protest, and even offered that her driver took Noma to the shop but the latter refused and opted to take a taxi instead. She was long gone out of the house before Mrs. Gina could dissuade her any further.
The door to the shop shifts lightly and Noma’s heart skips several beats seeing who is walking through it. Noma gapes openly as she observes his sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones. On either side of his straight nose are two blazing chocolate brown-laden hot eyes. His dark brows are actually graceful, but appears to Noma as though furrowed in a frown. All of it is framed by thick, warm fair curls. The upper button of the shirt inside his jacket is open, displaying tiny ideas of the hairs on his broad chest. She couldn’t see the chest any further downwards or sideways. Part of her wishes she could. The other very small part says she should get ahold of herself. She lets out a shaky sigh.
“Hi.” Akoji comes to stand so close to her she could barely breathe.
“Ehm! I… Hi…” Noma manages to say, catching back her breath.
Whatever made her send the text.
She’d gotten into the shop to see the best smile and realest joy ever in recent times in the eyes of her receptionist cum secretary. The amiable lady announced something that’s still like a dream to Noma. Thankfully they were both alone when she screamed that Noma’s Bake Shop just won the 5million Naira grant from First Bank for young entrepreneurs. Noma could almost not believe her eyes while reading the mail on the screen of her secretary’s computer. She wanted to shout, wanted to scream and roll on the floor in appreciation to the God that provides for the needs of His own. She wanted to do a lot of things but finds herself completely immobile for several minutes.
Lizzy had gone ahead to tell her about how the First Bank manager himself came over to the shop earlier that week to inform them about the selection processes and all. Lizzy didn’t forget to add the role she’d played in getting empathy from the man and her attempt at leading him over to where her ‘madam’ is.
“But no one came to meet me.” Noma let out in utter amazement.
“Yes madam.” Said Lizzy. “He said not meeting you here in the shop automatically disqualifies the entire business from participating in the grant but he seemed to have a special and unusual attachment to our place. That if he can’t come to the hospital, he’d see what he can do. I gave him the office cards and details, praying miracles will happen.” The lady’s eyes watered for joy. “I also deliberately refused to tell you about it. I didn’t want you to feel any worse than Hallie’s health is making you feel right now, madam.”
Noma and Lizzy were in each other’s arms for a tight hug in no time. Noma’s mind ran through how she’s been having sleepless nights because of the downward spiral her once ‘flourishing’ business was taking. Last month, she had to relieve two bakers of their duties, leaving her with just three now, aside Lizzy, the technical assistants and the company’s driver. She couldn’t even fathom how they’d cope with timely deliveries if Regius Dynasty events eventually awards them the contract they are bidding for. It’d amount to overworking just few hands and Noma could only pray she has capacity soon enough to add a stipend on everyone’s salary, especially Lizzy’s. The lady is surely a God-sent to her and she knows deep within that she owes her a whole lot.
“Lizzy, this calls for celebration.” She’d said, getting off the locked hug.
She asked Lizzy to go place orders with the guys in the baking room just adjoining the reception. Noma thought her brain must have forgotten the names of all the sweet and delicious cakes they make here, but no! She remembered everything and reeled them all out with full details and specifications.
It was as soon as Lizzy opened the door leading into the bakery that Noma picked up her phone and sent a text to Akoji. ‘Could you please spare a minute at the shop?’ was the simple message.
“Were you close by or something?” Noma voices out her thoughts seeing the young man is already here much earlier than she’d expected. Or, she probably didn’t think he would oblige her request?
Akoji chuckles lightly and opens his mouth to speak when the door to the left side of the room opens, presenting Lizzy.
His heart skip beats repeatedly as the lady draws nearer, but her face isn’t looking in his direction yet.
“You were going to join them bake, yeah?” Noma jeers, pointing her hand in Lizzy’s direction.
The latter smiles. “I wanted to watch how to mix the fruit-frosted and chocolate flavor. That’s my favori…” she’s still saying this when slowly her eyes drifts in Akoji’s direction and his eyes plead helplessly with her to stop. Not to say a word. Not to spill anything.
As the words from Lizzy’s mouth slowly reclines until she becomes quiet abruptly, her memories return to that afternoon. The day after this same young man came over talking about First Bank grants, he had returned that second day unannounced and in her bid to hurry over to call her madam in excitement, he stopped her. He’d begged her earnestly to pretend as though they’ve not met before and never let her madam know he was the same person from the day before. She later allowed the man enter her madam’s office without first putting a call through or going in to inform her as at other times. To her utmost surprise however, the man and her madam walked out of the office not long and that showed her that they both knew each other from somewhere else.
Lizzy remembers how the man’s eyes begged her that day, the same manner he’s begging her now – helplessly, sympathetically. Inasmuch as she couldn’t understand his reasons for telling her not to disclose those things to her madam, she’s ready to keep her words and promise to him.
“Lizzy?” Noma calls out, bringing back the lady’s attention. “Lizzy, c’mon is anything the matter?”
Lizzy jerks back, digging her fingers down her hair. “Oh. No ma. No. I…”
She feels completely uncomfortable and tries not to look in Akoji’s direction because the man’s eyes shush her completely.
“Talk to me, Lizzy.” Noma holds the lady’s hand before turning in Akoji’s direction and he readjusts. “Do you know him?” Suspicion spills in her tone.
“Oh no!” The two hurriedly exclaims as though planned. They sigh heavily afterwards and Akoji decides to speak.
“Yes. I know her, of course.”
Lizzy feels like she’s going to drop dead from so much fear.
“I met her the day I came to pick you to Areli garden, remember?”
Noma nods in the affirmative, smiling. Lizzy lets out the hot air she’s been holding the whole time.
“Serve my orders as soon as possible, alright?” Noma motions to Lizzy who almost staggers backwards.
As Noma leads Akoji into her office, the latter looks back and his eyes meets Lizzy’s, unlike other times, his eyes carry a look of appreciation.
Noma gently opens the front door, making sure to avoid any sound that can unsettle the silent atmosphere in here. Without putting on the light, she tiptoes through the sitting room, after dropping the nylon bag in her hand, towards the room on the left side of a long veranda adjoining the dining hall. Gently and slowly, she pulls down the door knob and squeezes herself through a little space made out as though someone is pursuing her.
Inside, she switches on the light before pulling a single strand of hair off her face.
“Hi Hallie!” She says with the coolest voice she can mutter, placing a peck on the damsel’s wasted forehead.
She’s fast asleep.
That’s what she does most often than not these days; either awake in pain or resting in sleep. Inasmuch as Noma misses her daughter being lively and playful, she couldn’t bear to see her go through much more pain any longer than she can rest asleep.
“Good night, my love.” She pecks her forehead again before turning to leave.
Mrs. Gina had insisted they both take separate rooms in the house. Her major reason is that Noma needs to really rest, and not being cumbered with more and more worries about keeping her child alive and well. Staying away from her a little bit would help. That’s why Noma is staying in the room opposite this one. At least, close enough for her to rush in, if anything. Noma shut the door to Hallie’s room quietly and holds it. She leans her back against the handle, allowing her head drown in thoughts.
“I thought you were not going to come back again tonight.”
Noma jerks forward, almost falling off her stance. She hadn’t seen Mrs. Gina walk down the passage until now that they are just few inches apart from one another. The woman is carrying a cup of whole fruit juice. She’s in her pink nighty and her greying hair is neatly packed into a net.
“Mummy, you sleep as early as 7pm, what are you doing awake at this time?”
Mrs. Gina smiles, sips a little from her cup. “Waiting up for my daughter to talk to me about the handsome man that just dropped her off in front of my gate.”
Oh no! She didn’t see her with Akoji earlier, Noma screams in her head.
“So who is he? And is he linked to your returning home late?”
“No no no. no mummy!” Noma defends quickly, like the words burns her throat. She takes out time to narrate from when Lizzy called her over to the office. The announcement of the grant, the cakes she ordered for a little celebration with her staff. How she’d called Akoji to join in the celebration which ended only two hours ago.
Mrs. Gina smiles broadly, making Noma feel really uneasy. “Congratulations on your win, you deserve it and of course it’s good you had some time to celebrate with your team. Kudos. I’m impressed.” She pauses then continue… “None of these, however… none of your explanations, none answers my question.”
Noma rolls her eyeballs. Just when she thought she’s escaped the peering questions from the older woman.
“It’s evident from all your explanations that he is also part of the reasons for your coming home late tonight.” Mrs. Gina smiles again. “Can you now answer the first question?”
Noma raises an eyebrow, her heart darting from side to side in its cage.
“Who is he?”
“Oh!” Noma waves her hand carelessly. “That’s Akoji, mummy. I met him on my way from the ladies’ meeting on Monday. He even…”
“No.” Mrs. Gina interrupts again, shaking her head from left to right. “I am not asking for his name or occupation.” She finds Noma’s eyes. “Who is he to you? He looks so handsome like he was sent from heaven.”
Noma scoffs. “He was probably kicked out of heaven, mummy.”
Mrs. Gina smiles. “Well, whatever makes him help you fulfil your dreams.”
Noma couldn’t believe her ears. She? Dreams? What dreams? The woman, she’s come to realize, has this rare discerning power or skill or ability as the case may be. Mrs. Gina finds it extremely easy reading people from far and near. So now, what dream is she talking about this time? Noma is about to spill this question when a sharp cry comes from inside the room. She glances with fear-struck eyes at Mrs. Gina. Her hands feel too numb to hold onto and open the door. Mrs. Gina, seeing the fear in Noma’s eyes, move closer to the door. As soon as she opens it, she dashes in without hesitation followed closely by Noma.
- To be continued next Saturday but if you are kind enough to drop encouraging words and comment in the box below, perhaps, who knows? There could be a bonus for Nigeria at 58.