Chapter 25

They were packaged, well-wrapped, and concealed in a cellophane bag. The cellophane bag was branded with the inscription of a famous fast food in Benin. The original contents of the cellophane were lying inside my small refrigerator.

I walked to the Department of Physiology and kept staring at the flowers and grasses around the sidewalks. I saw some statues and soon remembered my wing chun dummy back in Switzerland. My wing chun master had always talked about and revered Ip Man, whom he referred to as the ‘Grandmaster.’ 

He rarely mentioned Ip Man’s name out of deep respect for the man. I was walking towards the statue when a scent hit my nasal sense. A smile appeared on my face, and I thought of Aurelia and her clique. I imagined how much trouble I could get her and her clique into by filing a report of their antics at the office of the Dean of students affairs when…

“My baby,” Elo called at me softly with open arms.

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