The other day at my office, I was going to prepare my Milo concoction (don’t ask!) when I saw Simisola, an entry-level analyst, walking to the break room with her head down the entire time as though she was thinking – “this iya had better not bother me.” Being the agbaya that I am, I tried to engage Simisola in conversation regardless. She gave me quick one-word responses in a shy voice, grabbed her coffee, and speed-walked back to her desk. I smiled, because I used to be just like her. 

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