“Ah! Kehinde is married!” Isabella clapped. “Eyah, to who?” “This guy named Farouq.” “Muslim?” “I think so. I’m not sure.” “Nigerian?” “No.” “Oyimbo?” “I think, partly maybe. I’ve seen pictures, he’s brown.” “You haven’t met him?” “Nope.” “Na wa for una sha, I don’t know sisters that don’t talk like you people.” “We’re special like that.”
