Crossroads of Destiny

Chapter 78: Crossroads of Destiny

Fatigue settled into Bayo's bones like lead weights. He rose from his chair with a soft groan, his joints protesting every movement. The room swam before his eyes, a testament to the hours he'd spent hunched over his sketches. With reverent care, he gathered the papers, each one a window into the supernatural world that both blessed and burdened him.

As he slid the sketches into a drawer, his fingers brushed against the cool surface of his black bead wristband. The contrast between it and the white cowrie necklace around his throat was stark, much like the duality of his existence. These adornments, along with his dreadlocks interwoven with white and black beads, were more than mere accessories. They were anchors, tethering him to his Yoruba heritage even as he navigated the alien landscape of American academia.