By the next morning, the news had already travelled everywhere on the street. Like a CNN newsreporter, Nkechi had already broadcasted how she saw Jesse and Kehinde kissing behind the compound the previous evening.
Jesse had wanted to say some things to Kehinde, but because of Nkechi's big mouth, she was now mortified and refused to come outside of her apartment for Jesse's send-off.
'Nkechi... That big mouth of hers!'
Only God could save Nkechi.
Could God even save her?
No, probably not. Some people were beyond saving, after all.
Jesse waited outside with his heavy luggage, waiting for Mr Hernandez, who was supposed to arrive at any moment and take him to the airport.
His mum had gone overboard with getting him a new wardrobe, and the number of his clothes had quadrupled — then quintupled — in the few weeks leading up to his departure.
