Convergence at the Crossroads
Chapter 95: Convergence at the Crossroads
Lost in thought, Bayo barely noticed when Amina and Adeola caught up to him, both out of breath and looking chastened. The late morning sun was gearing up for mid-day as they finally arrived at the street of Kwame's residence, the events on the bus having delayed their journey considerably. As they stood aside the street, Bayo took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever challenges lay ahead. He gently knocked his feet on the pavement, the sound echoing ominously and the midday sun seemed to illuminate an invisible path.
"Bayo," Amina said, reaching out to touch his arm but stopping short. Her voice carried a hint of her arabic accent. "أنا آسف ['ana asf] [I'm sorry]. I don't know what came over me back there."
Adeola nodded, her usual composure returning. "O jẹ... aibikita fun wa [It was... unworthy of us]," she said, mixing Yoruba and English. "Both of us."