Maimuna’s Memoir: That Was Rude!

“Hmm, tor me I tried over the counter and all I could get was Five thousand Naira in Fifty Naira notes, can you imagine?” Farida stated in chagrin. Luba dropped her spoon suddenly and sighed, “Enough of this talk it’s making me sad honestly.” Looking at me she asked, “What time are we continuing with the interviews tomorrow?” Myself and Farida exchanged glances at her abruptness. “Is everything okay?” I finally found my voice to ask. Farida echoed my concerns, “Yes Luba, is everything okay?”Luba was silent for a minute signaling that she knew her attitude had been rude. “Goodness, I’m so sorry that didn’t come out right. I’m just fed up of the discussion on the new notes. It’s frustrating, even for my father.” That was when we remembered that Luba’s father worked at the apex bank, hence her tense attitude to our discussion.