Chapter 9: After Kunle

I check time, na two in the afternoon. I never reply or see am since. Before, Kunle for don find me, call or show for my hostel, but now—nothing. I sure say Tolu don tell am wetin I talk.

Kunle dey gentle, dey form person wey dey love, but deep down, him heart dey cold, e dey respect himself. I break up with am, and as person wey sabi himself, e no go drag, no go beg. That one na pride of Yoruba man—if you dey go, go. E go hide pain, but e no go gree show you.