on the ground floor, waiting for their return. Meanwhile, the little girl had gone to rinse off the mangoes and was eating them one by one. She had just bitten into mango number three, the only yellow mango, when an old gray Peugeot 504 pulled into the compound startling both of them. As soon as the girl saw the car, she shouted "Daddy! Mummy!" and waited for the car to stop before running up to the driver's door. A man in his early thirties wearing a white shirt and black trousers and a green tie stepped out. The front passenger door opened at about the same time, and a woman wearing a blue dress stepped out. She looked like an older version of Tawa. Risikat boldly stepped up to both of them, greeted them, and then took a deep breath.
"Oga, Madam, there is something I feel you should know about your daughter. And your neighbor, Uncle Adisa." And with that, the mango seller told them exactly what Tawa had told her.
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About the Author
Sharon Abimbola Salu was born and raised in Lagos, Nigeria where she lived until she relocated to the United States of America. Her stories are mostly set in Nigeria, and she writes the kind of stories she would like to read. A professed lover of spicy foods, she loves experimenting with new recipes, to the dismay of non-spicy food lovers. Apart from writing, photography is her other hobby.
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