So I met her. An old writer.
She said to me, I have read some of your stories and I must say, you write so well. I gave her a smile with my hands held together in much appreciation.
I like the way you speak, your voice is pleasing. I said to her.
And she laughed. This is how happy I am when I read you Mr Akeju.
I told her I didn't know it would be much fun visiting her and having a chat.
Well, Many young people believe we old ones are boring, She said.
True. Very true!
You know, I wish I can still write like I used to one more time.
I kept listening.
I have this story, my life story I will love to share with you.
It will be a great privilege to hear you share your life story, I said.
She chuckled, and then gave a face in deep thought.
Many many years ago as an undergraduate student in the university of Lagos. I met a guy. He was in my faculty.
That evening, he walked up to me while I was with my friends. He was so gentle in his approach and in a good manner requested I give him a few minutes.