My phone pings, it’s Gmail. Just as I unlock the screen and try to read the new email, I hear footsteps, they are of heels. Soon after, a confident voice calls out my name. Tabitha Tongoi greets, laughs, smiles and gives me a warm, hearty hug all at once.
It takes me a minute to register what is happening. Tabitha’s energy is exuberant. And contagious. And infectious. Defining her as bubbly would be a grave understatement.
Impeccably dressed in a black top, black pants and a crisp white blazer, Tabitha exclaims: “Yvonne! You look like such a journalist!”