Rendezvous ( A Short Story)


“I don’t want to be poor,” I whined.

“Then stop acting like you want to be,” Mrs Ibe, my mentor replied, taking a sip out of her teacup.

How was I acting like I wanted to poor when I made the opposite clear to her or so I thought?

Seeing my confusion, she smiled and took a more patient approach, of that of a teacher willing to take their student by the hand and teach them the ropes.