"Wow, that's a nice one". He remembered Naomi at this point. Although she wasn't a poet, but little things that got close to writing or music reminded him of her.
"Have you got any poem for us? The African people?" He asked. She laughed.
"I earlier read Chinua Achebe's Things fall apart, and I loved everything about the Igbos. Their reverence to their gods, their wrestling matches, and their yam cultivations made me feel like visiting there for a tour".
Jide laughed.
"Anyway, I aggrouped few lines on the African culture, but I am still working on it". She turned and looked down at the pool again, holding the glass of diminished wine in her hand. She decided to sip the drink bit by bit this time, because the waiters were not around the corner to pour in more wine or take back the empty glass.
"Well, fortunately, I would be visiting Nigeria in a few weeks time", he said.
