Chapter 19: A Stranger’s Gift

For night, outdoor party, cooks roasting meat, table full of palmwine. I dey look for quiet place to chop meat.

Moon bright, music loud. I slipped away, plate loaded, searching peace.

As I picked spot, ready to sit with Iyawo Sade, person grabbed my hand.

Grip firm, familiar. I spun, heart skipping.

I faced am, height near my own.

Eyes met mine, dark and bright, full of secrets.

I thanked for prize.

Voice shaky.

He just looked, no talk. I asked if he want anything.

Silence stretched. I swallowed.

He looked at man beside, man said, "My oga just wan know if you like the dagger."

Voice rough but kind. I nodded eagerly.

I said I like am. Who go reject gift?

I smiled, holding dagger close. Felt like blessing.

I saw only dark eye, as I looked, dem just shine.

Shiver ran my spine, memory tugging.

Before I talk, he held my hand, fingers locked, dragged me go.

I followed, heart pounding, trusting stranger with sense of destiny.