Moments

Sometimes, I have conversations with my aunt that leave me more confused than ever.
'Chinwe, aunty Nkoli died'
Who that now?
She must have seen the look on my face cos she continued.
'Aunty Nkoli now...the one married to Emeka'
Who that now?
'Ah ah...Emeka now. He went to school with Major General Mbaka', she explained further
Huh? Who that now?
'That Command Day school at Nteje....'
Where that now?
Whew. You don't want to know how the rest of the conversation went.

Have fun fellas.

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