Goodbye Nigeria
After her NYSC year, Favour dropped the bombshell over dinner.
"I got admission for my master's program in New York."
The fork fell from Papa Ejiro's hand.
Mama Ejiro blinked. "Which New York?"
"The one in America na." Favour grinned "I already processed it, just need your support."
Silence reigned. Then Papa cleared his throat. "We will do our best."
Mama, stunned, only nodded slowly.
Later that night, as Mama Ejiro folded Favour's clothes into suitcases, she hid a small cooking spoon among them.
She whispered into the bundle, "In case America no get YouTube signal."
Favour never found the spoon until years later at a moment when it mattered most.