The day started like a dream.
Not the kind of dream where you are falling from a great height and wake up before you hit the ground. The good kind. The kind where everything feels right, even when nothing makes sense.
After Inemesit rushed downstairs to get ready, I stood in my room for a long moment, staring at nothing. My mind was a battlefield ā old desires fighting new resolutions, the man I used to be wrestling with the man I was trying to become.
But I had made a decision.
Today, there would be no games. No performance. No “return match.”
Today, I would treat Inemesit like a person. Like a woman. Like someone who deserved more than a sweaty afternoon and a whispered “Oga, we just dey start.”
She was ready in thirty minutes.
When she came back upstairs, I almost didn’t recognize her.
The blue gown was gone. In its place was a beautiful floral dress ā yellow and white, with thin straps and a hem that stopped just above her knees. She had done something to her hair. It fell in soft curls around her shoulders, framing her face like a painting.
š„šOGA I WAN KNACKš ā EPISODE TEN ā A DIFFERENT KIND OF FIRE šš„
