"So... Paint me a picture! How does he look? What's he like? Tell me everything!" Mariam demanded the minute she answered my call.
"Calm down. You're like a rabid dog!" I said, laughing at her eagerness.
"Talk ah!"
"Okay, okay. His name is Reuben and–" She didn't let me finish before cutting me off instantly.
"Reuben? Are you sure he's from Nigeria? Which Nigerian parents name their child, Reuben? Was expecting something like Emmanuel or Daniel, with how uncreative our parents are with names," She said.
"Mariam, let me talk before I reach into this phone and knock your head," I threatened playfully.
"Fine, you may continue."
"Thank you! So, he's in fourth-year Civil engineering and I was so disappointed when he told me he would be going for industrial training by the end of May."
"Wow, that's less than two months away. What a pity," She said, clicking her tongue.
