Slowly, he turned to my direction with a question in his eyes
"Things like what?"
"Hmm," I thought for a second. The River Niger and its steel bridge. The long flyovers, the beautiful street lights, the tall building by the river…"
"The street lights?" He questioned in surprise, interrupting me.
"Yes, there are none where he is coming from," his wife replied, a pretty smile warming up her face.
"Oh! That's true," he nodded.
"How was your night? Hope you slept well?" Aunt Uka inquired.
"Yes, I did," I said and wavered, not sure I should say what was troubling me.
"But…?" she asked, curiosity written in her eyes.
"Nono told me yesternight when I came that some lady died in the room I was offered."
They all stared at me for a few seconds, probably thinking I was joking, when it became obvious I wasn't. They had a peal of long, hard laughter, making me look foolish.
"Are you scared?" Uncle Philip asked, still grinning between words.
