A picture of Moyo Okediji sitting in front of his artwork

TABLE

I once visited a rich single lady living in a gorgeous house with the most amazing furniture.

After we ate, I felt relaxed and we started a great conversation, with expensive wine served in elegantly shaped goblets.

That was when wahala started. The expression in her eyes changed. She became slightly alarmed.

“Would you mind not placing your leg on the table?” she requested softly.