[francesca]

…so I went to my room to try in front of the mirror the movements and bows mama Celestine thought me…the way to walk and the best way to show my pussy from behind…but I needed the help of somebody else…to tell me if I was doing it right and to approve it…so I thought about Jenny, I was also eager to have news of Sunday…of what he did or did not…later I heard the car of my father approaching our bungalow …so I dressed up and rush outside… after kissing my father I asked his driver:
“Please Mr. Kiroro can you allow Jenny to come here before dinner or even sooner and let her stay at my home tonight?”
And he answered
“Sure Miss Francesca I’ll tell her, she will come to your house as soon as possible”
…I waited anxiously her arrival. But just in about half an hour she reached my home…I took her up stairs in my room…then I asked her…
”please Jenny tell me everything…what happened”
…”When we came back home this morning, Sunday was not there but he came for lunch, after eating I called him in my room and I asked him where he has been…he told me that he went to the Catholic Mission in Sapele Village to talk with father Zackary…the priest confessed him…Sunday assured me that he did not mentioned any name to the priest… but he said that he does not want to see you again anymore and that we were all sinners and that our future house will be the hell…then he went to his bed and I heard him crying…that is all”
“So it is true that he wants to became a priest”
“Why…who told you?”
“No is just my imagination…wait let me write a letter to him”
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Dear Sunday,
I’m very sorry for what happened this morning and also the other time. Only now I have realized that I have treated you very badly, I have cried a lot. Tomorrow I’ll ask my father to take me back to Lagos City; I’ll not come back here anymore. But I want you to know that I love you so much and that I’m going to miss you a lot, I’m sending you my sunglasses so you can have something of me, my dear love I’m just asking you for your forgiveness, I’ll not bother you anymore but please send me your pardon in writing so I can keep your letter under my pillow at my college room in Lagos, something of you that I can cry on and making think about you.
Bye forever,
Your lost love, Francesca.
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“please Jenny take this letter and my sunglasses to him, tell him that you saw me desperate and crying…tell him also that you are coming back to my house to help me to arrange my luggage and that I’ll be ready for my departure tomorrow…please bring back the eventual answer and let me know about his reactions…please go and comeback as soon as possible”…
I waited an interminable hour for Jenny to comeback…I was nervous and eager to hear her news…
She knocked at my door…I opened and she told me…”your letter and gift impressed him…I have also added some spices to your letter… like telling him that you were really desperate and that you cried a lot on my shoulder…I told him to write an answer to your letter as I had to come back here to help you in preparing your luggage…he took a sheet of paper and a pen to write you back…but he did not know how how to begin it and what to write to you…I went in and out from the room many times but the sheet was always blank…then I peeped from the curtain dividing our room and I saw him taking a small garment from his wardrobe, he deeply smelled it and kissed it…may be to get an hint for writing you…I think the garment was your pink underwear…in fact when I entered the room again, he hided it under his shirt so I realized that he is still thinking of you…how he got your underwear I don’t know…at the end I asked him to give me any answer even a vocal one as I had to come back here…so he said with a feeble voice…”ok tell her that I pardon her”
“What do you think Francesca?”
…”I’m thinking that he is not going to be a priest”
Then we heard mama Celestine calling us down for dinner. We sat at the dining table and my father asked if there was any problem…as he saw the going up and down of Jenny from her house to my room.
..So I answered him….”Daddy…Sunday... Jenny’ brother wants to become a priest, so that is why Jenny is worried”
…and my father…”What …Mr. Kiroro always told me that he want to send his children to high school and then to University… so Sunday can become an engineer and the two girls medical doctors…I’ll talk with him and with Sunday early tomorrow morning before going to the site…I’ll arrange a boarding high school for all of them in Kaduna Town, where we are going to construct a new road next year…so dear Jenny don’t worry, we are going to have your Sunday around still for a long time”…
I saw mama Celestine smiling at me, blinking her eye and showing me her thumb up.
…then I kissed the good night to my father…I told him to excuse us… as we wanted to try some dancing movement for the coming annual tribal festivity...so I took Jenny upstairs to my room.