Fumnaya stared at her sister's exquisite collection of wigs in sheer envy.

"Veekie, won't you dash me one of your wigs to just help my life?"

Veekie who was folding her clothes neatly in a box eyed Fumn and snickered.

"Since when did you start taking an interest in hairs?"

Fumn shrugged and fiddled shyly with her fingers. Ever since she became active on Instagram, seeing pictures of slay queens with their expensive hair and glossy makeup made her wish she could be an influencer.

"Did you start beefing up your Instagram life?" Veekie speculated raising a brow.

"Oooh no, of course not," Fumn sniggered with a wave.

But Veekie could see right through her lie. "Fumnaya you like big things ooo, you better be content with the little you have before they will carry you to do ritual," Veekie said in a serious tone.

"God forbid!" Fumn rejected. "But seriously, I will soon be resuming school and would need one or two wigs in case I don't have money to make my hair."

Veekie's eyes narrowed to slits. "Okay, which one do you want?" She finally conceded.

Fumn squealed in delight and rushed to grab a straight human hair wig from the mount on the wall. She held it up for Veekie to see with a cheesy smile on her face.

Veekie shook her head. "This?" She pointed.

"Nope, I am not giving you this one, go put that back."

The firmness of Veekie's voice made Fumn stamp her foot on the ground in defiance.

"Sister Veekie, it's not fair ooo. You said I should select the one I want and now you are saying I should return it kwanu?"

Veekie heavily sighed. "Why are you so stubborn Fumn, I told you to select a wig of your choice yes. But as I instructed you to return it, don't you think I have a reason?"

Fumnaya scrunched her face, refusing to see reason. She mumbled under her breath and folded her arms gruffly on her chest. The wig was still in her grasp.

"Fumnaya, what did I just say?" Veekie queried in form of a warning.

Fumnaya complained as she made to hang the wig back. "You promised to give me something before you travel oo. Now, you are doing stingy stingy."

"Ehhn," Veekie dragged her ears. "If I flog sense into that your head . . ."

Fumn noticed the way steam was coming out of her sister's nostrils and bolted out of the room to her parent's. Veekie carried a water cane from the corner of her chestnut wardrobe and pursued her.