Adama did not sleep that night.Wedding gown rental
The next day, she saw the man again in the village square. He was feeding birds with groundnuts. He still looked poor, but something about him didn’t fit. His hands were clean. His nails were trimmed. His posture was too calm.
“Good afternoon, sir,” Adama said shyly.
He looked up. “Adama.”
“You know my name?”
“I heard your uncle shouting it yesterday.”
She hesitated, then asked, “You’re the man I’m supposed to marry?”
“Yes.”
“Why me?”Family
He smiled faintly. “Because you’re different.”
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