The burial ceremony was almost over and still, Korede was nowhere to be found. Zainab knew he didn’t want to meet up with the church service, but she had thought he would at least try to keep to time. It was a few minutes to noon and they had agreed for 11:30. Zainab didn’t even try to get angry, because she knew that one look at his face and she would forgive him almost anything.
The service came to a close and still, he was not here yet. Zainab thought of the best way to react when she saw him. He had once told her he was attracted to her but she knew from experience that that wasn’t enough for anything substantial.
Just then his call came in. ‘hi, I’m out side’. Zainab checked her face one more time and went to look for him. Once she was outside the gate, she regretted leaving her phone in church. She didn’t even remember to ask him what he was wearing and she had no idea what his car looked like.
She heard him before she saw him. ‘Zainab Amara Yusuf!’. Zainab turned to behold the fine man behind her. Stress was making him gray but bros was just as fine. With a deep breath and all her lady’s composure, she smiled and walked into his arms for a hug that was going to turn her head for the next few days. ‘Hello, Korede. You are late!’