In love with an Igbo girl

Ifeoma, my close friend since high school, had come to Ibadan to write an aptitude test and I’m visiting her hotel.
We talk about the past, friends and present events. Then, she mentions her intent to become another’s.
“I never would make you a good wife” she says giggly to my bemused expression
Outside in the yard, cloud gathers, it is going to rain heavily in the coming days. I can only do one thing.
“Ifeoma, will you share a blanket with me in the rains of life?”
We hug. Thunder cracks.
It rained in those days to come.
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