[I liked Nnenna’s story ‘Do you wanna lick me‘ and when I asked her for a part 2 she asked me to write, and so I did.] We were like eba and jollof, Olive and I. I remember when I first saw her in church. She sat next to a woman who could only be her mother, they had the same facial features, except that where Olive had barely there make up, her mum had on ‘a full face’. …