Maimuna’s Memoir: Japa And Other Stories: A Meeting With Lubabatu

The following day, I pepped myself up, saying all the positive things I could to myself, before setting out to Lubabatu’s office. Luba as she is fondly called by close friends, is a fellow columnist who owned a flourishing media consultancy agency in town. She had agreed to assist me with conducting the interview for potential employees at my media outfit. There was a bit of traffic jam, but I did not mind. I had woken up a bit late today. A trip of 20 minutes took about 35 minutes. Eventually I got there. Luba was happy to see me and equally happy about my plunging out into the world of investigative journalism on my own. “Come my dear Maimuna, sit,” she gestured towards the sofa by one corner of her tastefully furnished office.