THIRD PERSON POV
The rain had eased to a gentle drizzle by the time Imade stepped out of the Reverend’s car.
Imade climbed the steps of her apartment building, her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. She fumbled for her keys, the metal cool against her hands.
Inside, the apartment was modest—a one bedroom apartment with a wide kitchenette and a decent sitting area. Imade had chosen it for two reasons, it's wide kitchen because she loved to cook and its closeness to the hospital where she would start her residency. The walls were bare, as she made a mental note to decorate them with vibrant tapestries that would remind her of home.
She dropped her bag on the bed and kicked off her shoes. The rain had soaked through her sneakers, and her socks squelched with each step. Imade then decided to take a quick shower and now dressed in some high waisted jeans and sweat shirt for the cozy weather as she prepared to go to the grocery store.
The grocery list lay on the kitchen counter, a hasty scrawl of essentials. She pulled on a dry pair of socks and slipped into her sneakers.
Imade navigated the aisles, her cart filling with essentials: rice, tomatoes, bell peppers, potatoes, a bag of apples, and she picked up a few more ingredients as she thought to make some Jollof Rice.
As she stood in line at the checkout, Imade’s phone buzzed. A message from her sister back in Lagos: “How’s Vancouver treating you, sis? Mummy and Daddy miss you a lot." Imade smiled, typing a quick reply, making another mental note to video call them when she gets home. She was so grateful for her family’s support as they loved her deeply.
Imade moved with purpose in her cozy kitchen. She connects her phone to spotify, scrolling to some Dave's album—as she chopped continued to cook.
As the pot simmered, Imade dialed her parents’ number. The video call connected, and suddenly, the miles dissolved.
IMADE's POV
“Imade!” Mummy’s voice echoed through the speakers. Her eyes were pools of warmth, How’s Vancouver treating you, my dear?”
Imade smiled, her throat tightening. “It’s different, Mummy. My dad leaned closer to the screen, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And the food? Are you eating well?”
Imade nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ve been cooking. “I miss you both,” she whispered. “The laughter, the chaos of Lagos traffic, even the heat.”
My dad chuckled. “We miss you too, Imade.
And my Mummy’s eyes softened. “And don’t forget to take care of yourself. You’re our precious daughter, no matter the distance.”
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this was sort of a filler chapter for you to get to know Imade more,
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