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"Tapestry of Lives" is a rich narrative that follows the interconnected lives of several characters from different walks of life. Set against the backdrop of a bustling city, the story weaves together themes of love, loss, redemption, and the pursuit of dreams. Through a series of intertwined vignettes, the characters navigate through their individual challenges and triumphs, ultimately discovering the profound ways in which their lives intersect and influence one another. As their stories unfold, you are drawn into a captivating tapestry of human experience, where each thread contributes to the intricate and beautiful fabric of life.

Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

A few minutes later, we settled at a local eatery a few miles from our office. Our close colleague, Ojo Salami, joined us.

Ojo is gay, yet he enjoys mingling with ladies.

I like his vibe—never shy, always straightforward, honest, and truthful. He loves makeup and wears colorful wigs.

I still wonder why he dislikes being a man. Is he the next Bobrisky or James Brown?

Anyway, Lola had already ordered three plates of pepper soup, goat meat sauce, and bottles of carbonated drinks. But who's paying?

Me, right? Doesn't she know I'm not Dangote's daughter?

"Three plates of pepper soup are already going down," she said, picking up a toothpick and leaning back in her plastic chair.

How dare she finish three plates of pepper soup alone, not counting me and Ojo's?

Ojo wasn't catching my vibe. He didn't even glance at us, just diving into his kpomo sauce and bottle of Pepsi. "Meh, this kpomo sauce and goat meat pepper soup are hitting the spot."

"It equals a foodie without evidence," I replied to Lola. "Can't you see how thin he is?"

Look who's talking about being thin.

If not for God's grace, I'd be blown away by the wind.

For goodness' sake, I'm too skinny for my liking.

"Eh, yes, let me be skinny, I like it," Ojo flicked a strand of hair behind. "Is it your skinny body? No, it's mine."

"Guys, guys, guys, let's talk about the fashion trade fair gala coming up in a few months and stop fighting over who's fat or thin," Lola changed the topic.

Ojo pinched me, "Ouch! Salami!!" I rubbed my arm and frowned at him. He showed me a sarcastic Ankara style on his phone. "This is exactly what I'm going to wear for the gala," he chuckled like the Christmas Grinch.

"Are you serious? A breast tube jumpsuit?" I took the phone and zoomed in.

"So?" He always gave me that proud look.

Lola chimed in, "Let me see." When she saw it, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ojo got upset and snatched his phone back. "What's funny? Doesn't it look good?"

I turned away, trying to suppress my laughter.

"Yes, it looks good," Lola changed her tune to agree with Ojo, ignoring my raised eyebrow. "I only laughed at the lady in the picture. Just look at her awful rainbow shoes. They don't match the outfit at all."

I knew she was trying to make Ojo feel better.

"So, if I wore this with black shoes, it would look good, right?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course!" Lola beamed. "Besides, black goes well with all colors, right, Bummi?" she asked me.

I forced a huge smile, which hurt my cheeks the wider it got. "Of course, black is nice! Just the perfect color for a perfect outfit," I murmured the rest into my bottle of 7-Up.

Chapter Three