Michael Ade-Cole. Long after Ada had left my office, his name kept running through my mind. In a world of Facebook, Twitter and even email, it would seem really strange that I had not seen or spoken with Michael in more than five years. We hadn’t spoken since before he left the country after his National Youth Service. If other people wondered why we hadn’t communicated at all, I didn’t, because I knew. It was because I was afraid. I was afraid …
The Beginning
Just thirty minutes, I told myself, as I succumbed to the temptation to doze off in my office. Just thirty tiny minutes. It had been a long day and I was tired, and even if I were caught, there was no one to tell me off. I was my own boss, after all. There are a few things I love more than the fact that I am a successful, self-employed young woman who does what she likes doing, writing. It’s still hard to think of myself as the publisher and …