It was a beautiful and serene sunday evening, I sat quietly on my balcony, and in the distant journey of my thoughts, fantansies and memories flourished, memories of highschool escapades, our little sleep overs... The buzzer rang and there was the swift interruption in the flow of my thoughts. At the door was an unfamiliar face accompanied by another familiar one. The big smile on each face sugessted it was a going to be an eventful evening afterall. A warm welcome from me encouraged the debut of a seemingly endless conversations. After two hours of chit chats on politics, religions, music and the new trends in the Nigerian way of life, We had all shared our personal opinions on matters arising in the Nigerian politics and where it headed, we all agreed the beautiful ones are not yet born and most certainly the ugly ones have refused to die, and indeed developemnt was a thing of too many years to come, perhaps not in our generation, don't get me wrong, not like we gave up hope on our nation, but the reality of attaining developemnet in the country seemed far fetched, more like the reves of ant flying someday. The freedom with which we all shared the pains our minds witnessed about the state of the nation gave way to my assumption again about like minds and the similar interests they share. It was one of those few times I"ve expressed myself happily, The night was gradually drawing to a close. It was now i realised there had been no formal introduction. "A" had brought along his brother "B", to visit their beautiful next door neighbor...
to be contd...
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