The first time I suspected Abuja was cursed, I was sitting in a restaurant, enjoying an overpriced small chops, when a woman in a red dress, wearing thick, expensive gold jewelry — they were sitting on her like a crown — leaned towards a young guy in a black kaftan.
At first, I thought she was a sugar mummy. Normal Abuja behavior. Then I heard her whisper:
“My husband likes boys like you.”
I froze. I stopped chewing.
The boy blinked.
“Madam, I don’t understand.”
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