Chapter 8: Hold-Up Honeymoon

As I dey drive, red light catch us, I look—

The traffic light for Maryland long that night, casting orange glow for inside car. I look Olumide face, the streetlight dey catch side of him jaw, e eye soft. For that moment, Lagos wahala fade, na just two of us for the car, like say time stop. I dey think how journey wey start as small crush fit turn to all this — my heart dey dance, my hand dey grip steering. The radio dey play old Lagbaja song low-low, and Olumide just rest him hand gently on my knee, as if say e no go ever let go. That small touch, na im be the real honeymoon for my heart that night.

I dey hope say this Lagos traffic go hold us small, make this moment last. Because sometimes, na for hold-up you dey find small peace for this city.