Chapter 3: White Moonlight

Yemisi na my childhood love. As her name sound, na so she gentle and dey shine like moonlight.

Her skin fine like pap wey just cool, her smile dey melt even stubborn teacher heart. Sometimes, people talk say her smile fit calm angry spirit. First day for secondary school, she wear white gown, stand for stage dey play violin. The way she stand, all the boys for hall just dey look like mumu.

Everybody dey call her their White Moonlight.

Her nickname just stick—Moonlight—because she no dey shout, but her presence dey calm everywhere. Fine girl, untouchable—she dey shine for everybody, but nobody fit hold am.

And na me all the boys dey envy. I dey notice as dem dey whisper anytime we waka together. Some go even hail me low low: “Correct guy! You dey enjoy o.”

Yemisi quiet, she no dey too friendly with people.

Except me. If e no be me, na her violin or her book. Sometimes, she go wait for me for backyard, dey pluck mango. Our families be neighbours, we dey visit each other steady. When we small, her papa and mama dey busy, dem go drop am for our house.

Her mama dey trust my mama, so Yemisi fit sleep for our house if rain too fall. Our classmates dey always tease me, "You too get luck o, you don near the moon before anybody. No forget to invite us when you wan marry am."

That one dey sweet my belle. I dey always think say I special. Sometimes, I go reason say if to say destiny dey real, e don carry me and Yemisi join hand together. I think say na destiny join me and Yemisi.

Until Seyi show face.