I was in my room in Ibadan, then I saw two of my secondary school mates. I think we were having a donation for the needy. Both of them donated sanitary pads and left, one donated Lady Care, the other donated Always, I checked the texture of both, cos I felt one was thicker than the other. They came back and one of them donated red heels and she left. I kept checking the heels over, the other lady also checked the heels, my mum also did. The first lady returned, and she asked why we kept checking the heels, she said she got the heels from someone. I don't remember if I eventually put the heels inside the donation bag.
The scene changed and I found myself at Shoprite Ekiti (I stay in Ibadan). I saw my mum standing close too. I was on the floor, where a big cloth was spread, I was with a baby girl, and I was making her hair. I wanted to go do something outside, so I was about going outside the compound... I saw some of their officials in suit come out. I guess the Shoprite was newly opened and they said they weren't going to give out freebies, as I was about stepping out the gate, they said they were going to give out freebies. As I stepped outside the gate, I saw a road which had a lot of people moving up and down. I saw a woman, who is a former church member, she was looking quite unkempt and lonely, I didn't greet her, she kept going. As I scanned through the faces of the crowd on the road, I saw a young man who once lived beside my house. I wondered what he was doing in Ekiti. I don't remember if I greeted him as well. I think a young boy was with me, as we kept walking, we reached a bend, and we turned, we saw a market which rested on a school fence. I think most of the women were selling oranges. I told the boy I needed to spit, but I didn't want to spit close to where the market women were seated. I think he found a spot for me to spit, so I eventually spat there, then I woke up.