BN Prose: A Beachside Conversation Amara Nnaji

“Eiss Hanty, why are you sitting on the beach sand playing with shingles?” “How is that your business now, Madam Lantana?” I responded. “Ah, I care for you na.” “Sorry oo. Madam-carer, just let me be,” I grunted, picking up pebbles and tossing them back into the water. “No, seriously, I care about…