Iyunade left our house eight years ago with her darling look and winsome smiles, set for the sojourn of survival. She dressed in a purple gown and head tie -her best colour match. Everything was purple, including her beaded necklace, except for that pair of shoes made of thick and black Italian leather Tinu bought for her during her last trip to Lagos.She was waving to my Mama who was at the entrance of our mud house. Mama was also waving back in what I could describe as an emotional mixed feeling. Mama loved her, and she didn't want her go. She loved Mama too but she must go. This was a lady very ambitious. She had been telling me she would travel to Lagos to search for her success, perhaps Providence might look upon her. It was very certain that she was tired of living a village life like me. She wanted to explore her own fortune where it might be in unknown land.
