Can we make things right?

3. Moving on.

3.

Tacha Williams

Move on even when you can't. The best option even if your heart hurts. You will heal.

Four years, in a twinkle of an eye, went by so fast. Tacha Williams was living her best life. If not, at least, she was living a life she was proud of. She was happy.

A thriving skill she could boast of. In a new state, with new friends and the people she considered family.

One of her new family members who had very tiny legs but was very good at running around the house must have notified their new neighbours since they arrived in the city of Lagos.

Tacha unzipped the travelling box before her. She found herself the easiest way to stay focused on the assignment she came to Lagos for and fully settled down in their new apartment. The few days' break she was about to take from yelling about the house made her even happier and also guilty at the same time. She was preparing to dump her wild princess to the one who was always outside on a Friday night but fed cookies to a four-year-old girl some days for the past four years. This time, it will have to be some weeks and she was glad both teams were very excited for this mission.

Tacha's laughter filled the whole room as she stared at the one she was having a Facetime with. "Trust me, Kenny. It's the grace of God."

"Nigerians! Ahhh!" Kenny shook her head in disbelief.

She wasn't prepared to take that as an answer. Her dear friend was glowing that even her phone screen understood she wasn't joking, but Kenny knew that has always been a general response when you ask Nigerians how they are doing so well. "So, you are telling me all the pictures I'm seeing on my green app, it's the grace of God sending you manna for that body. Your grace must be a baddie, Tacha. She sent you the correct skin care and Zara bags. Hmm!" Kenny ended with a chuckle.

Tacha couldn't hold her laughter this time. She had missed Kenny a lot. It's so funny how they went from seeing every day to once a year. Everyone should really be prepared for life. One or two things happen, and it doesn't feel the same way again. One day, the people who care so much for you and make your life less stressful will no longer be in your life for a reason. The lie we tell ourselves is that we can't do it without them. Until we begin to do much more. Tacha missed those days, but she lived even better than then. Tacha quickly changed the discussion. "Where are you? It's late already."

"My dear, you are in Lagos," Kenny emphasised on the last word and changed from her front camera to back camera. One after the other, cars maintained a long queue that one would think the government had called for free fuel. So funny that even fuel scarcity could command this long queue in her beautiful country. "God knows we will get there and we won't see what's causing this terrible traffic. Besides, by this time, you and I know the day is just starting. I should get to your place before twelve."

Tacha's eyes roamed the sitting room before bursting into a quick laughter. The day is just starting by this time of the day. What Lamba is Kenny giving her?

Tacha found the wall clock. Unlike where she had lived for the past four years. No car would be seen roaming the street at twelve in the morning if not an emergency. But not Lagos. Any unfortunate circumstances could keep Lagosians in the traffic till the following morning. She wasn't surprised though. She was back to the place where she lived her whole life.