Daraja, thinking Paul owned the house, moved in with him. He found her so perfect, so loving. He wanted to marry her.
Excitedly, she ran with him to a Registrar’s office and suddenly they were married!
it was amazing! Dreamlike!
For Paul, it was perfect. He would never invite his mother and father to anything. His Grandmother had always been a kind of cushion, not that he really loved her or cared about her. He accepted being with her as one accepts taking shelter in a cave.
The only person he ever loved was Daraja.
As soon as they received the marriage certificate Daraja and ran off with it saying she was going to send a copy to her family in Nigeria.
Paul didn’t bother to call anyone He had no one to call..