Playing Church

The idea was actually for a script but it can work as a story so here goes a short prologue
“You haven’t returned my t-shirt”

 “I know”

“And... you plan to return it when?”

“Hmm I’m not sure about that”

 “Why?”

 Bimpe wasn’t quite sure what to say; she knew she should have returned Dare’s t-shirt earlier but she just could not do it. Not when Dare was about leaving for his doctorate degree

“Does it have something to do with the fact that you are in love with me?” his voice broke through her thoughts.

Smiling inwardly, she thought as if you’re not in love with me too “love ko love ni” Dare smiled and went to sit by her on the bed “you know it won’t hurt if you just fess up and admit your feelings”

 “Feelings kwa? Her shoulders rise and sink almost immediately, adding some drama to her words. “Hunger abi which kain feeling?”

 Dare couldn’t help but smile; Bimpe’s pidgin always sounded funny to him and the way she exaggerated her gestures; just the thought of her made him smile these days
to be cont....