The fan in my small Lagos apartment spun lazily overhead, pushing warm air around the room. It was one of those sticky evenings where the rain had just stopped but the humidity clung to everything. I lay on my bed in nothing but a loose white tank top and soft cotton shorts, my full breasts feeling heavy and free underneath the thin fabric. No bra tonight. I never wore one when it was just me and Lara.
Lara had been my best friend for four years now. We met in our second year at the university, bonding over cheap noodles and late-night gossip sessions. She was the bold one, always dragging me to parties or forcing me to try new street food. I was the quieter type, but with her, I felt alive. Tonight she had come over after work, complaining about her annoying boss, and we ended up splitti
