When the forms for the state government colleges came out, Ayorinde broke his own kolo and counted nine thousand, five hundred naira. He purchased the form for his sister, filled it and submitted. Ayotunde wrote the exams and passed with high grades. She was overjoyed as she danced. Her dream of going to the secondary school was eventually coming to pass. The children informed their father of the good news and he gave a sad smile. How was he supposed to pay the school fees? He knew his children were working but it was a disgrace to him that he couldn’t afford to pay for their education. What he made from washing cars daily, he handed over to Kevwe to feed the family. The next morning, Ayotunde woke up very early. She was excited. Today was the day she was going to break her kolo. She went to the corner of the room where she kept it. It wasn’t there. She assumed Ayorinde must have moved it. She tapped her brother and asked him. “Your kolo is not where you keep it?” He asked her. “No, it’s not there.” She replied as she began to tremble. Ayorinde jumped up from the mattress. “I don’t understand. Did you change where you usually keep it?” “No, I didn’t.” Ayotunde said as she began to cry. “It is always behind that curtain there.” She said pointing. Ayorinde swept the curtain aside and began to turn everything upside down. He searched the whole room. Ayotunde’s kolo had disappeared. . . Read Yesterday Lives on my blog by clicking the link in bio #olubukolasthoughts #olubukolasthots #yesterdaylives #africanwritersoninstagram #africanfictionwriters #nigerianstories #nigerianwriterscommunity #naijawriters #bookstagrammer #ebookstagram #writersinnigeria #authorsofinstagram #readinginNigeria #naijabloggers #instawriter #goodreads #amazonkindlebooks #amazonbooks #bookblogger #blogsofinstagram #blogstoread #nigerianfictionblogger https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ64KHVFbLw/?igshid=1o3wae365mp09