It is 7pm as I step into a minibar, in an average neighbourhood to speak with madam Ifeoma but as I made to settle into a chair, she frantically signals me not to seat.
I walk up to her and she whispers, ”Madam, you be wan siddon, we can’t talk about ‘that thing’ here now”.
”My customers may hear us, I no want wahala o”.
I smile and follow her outside as she bellows instructions to her service girl. I make a mental note to remind her she had asked we meet in the shop.
‘But you are not positive now I quip, she smiles and says ‘e no matter o, dem no dey discuss that…
