Act two, scene two

The yellow sun found it way through the pinky curtains. Patrick is seen pacing to and fro. As an oriental Nigerian, he had to wait till the day gets brighter before going out to get medications. Is that a kind of superstition?

The maidens were surprised to see him awake; they conversed as follows:

BOLATITO: (Stretches) Good morning, Oga Patrick

PATRICK: Morning greetings, girls. How was your night?

ABISOLA: Well spent and yours?

PATRICK: I couldn't sleep well. I had headache.

BOLATITO: Really? How did that get to happen? Una don dey miss home?

PATRICK: It may be due to the stress we overtook traveling yesterday. Well, it's getting fair.................

BOLATITO: Better. Please, pass my phone. Abisola?

ABISOLA: ( Hands over Bolatito's phone) Have it.

BOLATITO: Thank you, girl.

PATRICK: Abeg, shey you sabi wetin go sup like this?

THE MAIDENS: (In Unison).... Wetin, Mr. Patrick?

PATRICK: I won't be going with you to the school. I will catch you later.

ABISOLA: Damn! So, this headache is the reason for your backing out. It is well.

BOLATITO: (Stamps her feet on the terrazzo) Do you think everyone would listen to those flimsy excuses that you give?

PATRICK: (Stammers) Errm..... Whichever way. If the school's head asks after me, tell her I had headache and I'd promise to show up before 10

ABISOLA: Okies, we'll try

BOLATITO: Oh no! Count me out of this, beautiful. Not we will try but you'll, okay?

ABISOLA: (Confused)...... So you won't say anything of him?

BOLATITO: It's never my business. ( She walks to the bathroom, holding a tub of toothpaste)

PATRICK: (Turns to Abisola) Biko, I guess I've not caused surface tension between you both?

ABISOLA: No questions, please.

[Abisola also left for the bathroom, leaving Patrick to sputter]