Having had to listen to Wole's heartbreak story that morning, I did not think the day could get any weirder. For context, he had been dating Lucy for a year. They both seemingly complemented each other, and it all looked good. She flew out of the country to get married, just a month after they started dating. If there's one thing I’ve learned about dating, it’s that it is overrated if you don’t actually intend to marry the person in question. I managed to console him, and the call from my boss was all I needed to get out of the "situation." I am not, and have never been, a social person. "We are flying out of the country," he said. "I am not packed, or ready," I replied. He went silent for about fifteen seconds, an indication that he was almost getting irritated. I’ve worked for him long enough to know that silence was the warning before the storm. "I will make arrangements," I said, killing the silence before it stretched too far. ...
I'm Tunde, prefer to be called ART... This is beauty as I, most times, choose to paint it.