Dami

Lanre went past the gate in their compound and found herself walking along the street to no where in particular. But she kept moving. Maybe along the way, she will think of a place to go to. Or she may just not go anywhere in particular. Lanre roamed like she had no home. She walked past two of her course mates who waved at her. But she didn’t even wave back.

“Fine girl, wetin make you swell up face now? Who make you vex?” She heard a guy around the corner asked. He had asked her why she looked sad and who was responsible for her being sad. She forced a smile his way and walked away. She does not even know the guy, neither does he know her. But they are like that, always talking and trying to act like they care if they think they like your face. After walking around for what felt like hours and being greeted constantly by the harmattan breeze that won’t let her breath, she decided to make a phone call.

“Hello! Dami!” She called when the person got to pick her call. “Are you home?” She asked. After getting a positive reply. She asked Dami if she could come over to his place. She breathed in relief when Dami told her she could come. So she began her journey to Dami’s house which took her about 20 minutes to get there on foot.

“Ekabo!” She greeted Dami good afternoon in their Yoruba language when she got to his house. Dami is the same singer who sings inside the school environment. Ever since she has been seeing him, yesterday when she had stood there watching him as he sings till he finished for the day, he noticed her. The both of them got to talk only to realise they were both from the west and of the same ethnicity, Yoruba.

“Lanre, bawo ni o se wa?” Dami asked her how she was faring while bringing her into his apartment. She sat comfortably on the couch even before he had asked her to seat. “mo wa daadaa”. Lanre replied telling him she was fine. “So, what would you like me to offer you?” Dami asked. Lanre told him she didn’t want anything then she asked him if he was done with the sing he had said he will be working on. “Ṣe o ti pari pẹlu awọn s?” “Ah rarà o! I am not done with it”. Dami said. “But I can still sing you a part of it if you want. It is not yet complete”. Dami said again.

“Don’t worry. I just came by since I was looking for a place to relax. Don’t want you singing for me”. Lanre said. She somehow regrets saying that because she knows how sweet his voice sounds, but she didn’t really want to hear him sing right now.

“Are you sure you do not want to hear me sing? Because I know you are one of my biggest fan on campus!” Dami said.