I do not know why I have such a fancy for this little café. Gbenga sat as he fantasized about dark coffee with hot brown bread curved with crispy edges, served at Tea n’ Crumbs. His daydream cut short, Gbenga! Gbenga! He jumped and ran towards her voice. Getting to the kitchen, he was met with the sting from her favorite vegetable soup—his worst. “What's wrong, why did you call me like that?”. I miss you, the kitchen was so lonely, she replied. Gbenga turned to make an obvious face looking towards his seven-year-old daughter in the corner, suggesting the child's company was enough. He sighs, takes a deep breath, pulls out his phone, and plays
Brother! Having the end in mind is trait of success that you own. Keep writing , you'll soar!