"Good morning, ma." I greeted with all sincerity of heart, as I stretched my right hand to submit the text. "Good morning, Miracle." She retorted. Aunty Hosanna preferred to call me Miracle to Smart which was the name my friends always call me. Maybe, because of the unisex nature of the name and my personality justified it. I had some feminine qualities - my shrill voice and my mesmerizing eyebrow. Unlike my friends who preferred Smart because it is a pet name and John had a puppy he named Smart. They decided to refer to me as Smart; more like John's puppy. "What are you holding? Was that the text I recommended?" She asked as I felt a pang of nervousness in my belly. Aunty Hosanna was a gorgeous lady, a fair-skinned tall woman with lush, dark hair; maybe she admired Alice Walker or Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie cause these intelligent women and a few others are the epitome of African beauty who take pride in their natural hair. My heart sank into my bell...