“So, are you an Oxford graduate?”
“Princeton actually. First and second degree in Business management. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my parents wanted the best for me, so I didn’t complain.”
I gawked like a fish, opening my mouth and closing it. “You’re an Ivy League graduate? Holy Shit.”
“Aunty Deola please don’t swear. And since when did shit become holy?” Dotun piped from the backseat.