Abeokuta...

Pain knocks on my door and says,

I've come again... Open up,

But freedom enters the house and says,

Take my hand... Give me a chance.

©Oluwatoyosi

Precious POV

“Let me see you (go low low low low) let me see you (go low low low low low). Buga wọn(Lemme). Buga wọn"

Funke, Arewa, and I sang along to Kizz Daniel and Tecno’s song ‘Buga’ playing from the radio in Arewa's car as he drove us to Abeokuta for our convocation.

We all studied at the Federal University of Agriculture, Abeokuta, and finished very well. We had decided to stay in my family house here in Abeokuta near the school so we could be early for the convocation because the road would be blocked with traffic.

"Óyá, we are in Abeokuta, let's go and enjoy ourselves before tomorrow. It's still early" Arewa suggested, and I grinned. I checked the time and saw that it was still 1 pm, which meant we had enough time to go wherever we wanted to.

"Let's go to Obasanjo's library," I clapped my hands in excitement.

Obasanjo's