Josh laughed. It felt good to hear his throaty chuckle after a long time. (For someone who I was constantly in communication with, a few days without speaking or chatting with him always seemed like an eternity)
“Road trip ke? Where we dey go?” Josh replied with a yawn.
“Egbeda,” I deadpanned.
“Mumu!” he burst out with another laugh. “You have started throwing shade again ba, this early morning.”
“Haba! I am not throwing darkness of any sorts, oga. But really, anything beyond the Third Mainland Bridge is a road trip and I will not apologize for it!” I retorted.
“For your mind, you sef, you are forming Island Big Gehz, ba? You don’t even live in Old Ikoyi, Parkview or Phase 1 o! Your house and Epe, no difference. Dey there dey deceive yourself.”
I let out a hearty guffaw. It indeed felt good, talking to Josh. Continue reading