Aunty Ifeoma glanced at me, then turned back and faced the road. How could anyone not believe after what we had seen. Not a traffic-stopper, but a juicy fine thing just the same. Pretty-proud, long brown hair bouncing on her shoulders, matching the swing in her hips. He had a handsome, striking face with sharp cheekbones and a strong chin, with black curling locks and piercing blue eyes.