Chapter Eight: Conflicting Thoughts

Amatu was lost in thought in the quiet of her room. She didn't know this man, yet all signs showed that he knew her very well; in fact, his relatives knew her. I wonder if he has some intention for me. I’m no longer a girl, and although he hasn’t said it, all signs point to him liking me. Could this be possible? I am a Black Nigerian girl, and a white man, an Arab at that, likes me? She feel that even the fair-skinned girls in this town have to pick. . .