And then one day, everything stopped. We felt too mature to indulge in such childishness. Adulthood slowly began to toughen the carapace of our tenderness. We were estranged from each other too as a new variation in location dawned. I relocated to Ibadan alongside my parents.
They could've raped our neighbour, and only God knows what they would have done to us hadn't for the intervention of other farmers who heard our screams.
