Mohammed, will you marry me?” I said looking at the rear-view mirror. If he looks away He is not on my side!
Ada” I said, then asked “Wetin be your surname, your papa name?”
Ada Isiak” I said with a smile although weakly as my strength was fading.
Mohammedrushed to my side and for fear of losing me whispered into my ears
“I have always loved you. Please don’t leave me alone in this world, stay with me my love, Ada Isiak!”
Ada Isiakand not
“Otoh N’aka Nne”- that is enough for me. I smiled, this must reassure him I hope.