Jumoke chicly dressed in a red long sleeved chiffon blouse Tucked in a black skirt, an ebony scarf coiling expertly at her nape She knew she could ask for a driver to take her home But somehow she wanted to do it herself “Please God” she pleaded fervently Jumoke remained desolate, tears stung and flowed Down her eyes, her teenage dreams and aspirations of growing up Only if wishes were horses, she would be riding high For all her resolution not to sulk today She was not feeling well The love her parents shared was selfless and fulfilling One must not get her wrong though She had had her own share of happiness She must not loose hope, albiet she refused to be despaired One would think she was already above fifty Where would the child come from? Probably adoption Although adoption was not common but who cared? She did not have to be happily married before bearing a child Jumoke concluded Suddenly the car jerked, violently slouching for...