He walked towards me and I could see the glow of his light skin as the sun went down. His neatly pressed suit bearing his glory and his scent hitting my nostrils.
"Won't you say hello to your dad?" he asked and I chortled in reply.
"Dad? Don't use that word for yourself mister! You don't deserve to be called by that name, not one bit."
"Ire, let's have this conversation elsewhere, please…"
"No, I'm going home, and this conversation is over." Omo, I get nerves o. did I just speak to an elderly man like that? The man who birthed me again for that matter, an evil spirit has entered me.
I stepped into the car completely ignoring him as Miss Fiona drove away from him.
"Was that really your father?" she asked as she pulled out of the premises.
"Yeah…that's him."
"And he's our biggest sponsor."
