OUR WORLD

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He returned the cup back into the proportioned cupboard. Taft was about to switch off the light when Adeola gave him a sign not to.

"Still don't understand why you white folks turn off the light at night."He ejaculated.

Actually he came to Taft's residence to spend the night,he couldn't spend one more night alone though it wasn't a case of trepidation or dismay,he felt the need to spend the night with one of his comrades and Taft was the most reliable person. Although they weren't best of friends. Fought over idiotic issues, kicking each others assess, sometimes had different notions of solving challenges and bicker while in battle. Despite this, there's yet some kind of proximity between them.

Adeola was a Nigerian,dwelt there till he was sixteen then had a scholarship in Texas,after years of studying law he concluded to settle there since he had discovered his responsibilities and obligations as a hero. Of course he still possess the African blood in him and turning off the light,in his own side of the world regarding where he was from,was odd to him but later he licenced Taft to turn it off.

"I think am interested in your culture bruh,"Taft uttered laying down in the bed."If I'm to learn your culture I would've to start with the language."

"Bob could teach you that,i think he knows some of Yoruba language."Adeola said.

"Oh really Bob?"He asked with a questioning look"You know what Bob would say don't you?"

"Of course he would say no time."Adeola whispered.

"Then why are you........."Taft halted, Adeola was already dozing off hence he just leaned his head on his pillows and whispered"Goodnight,sweet dreams Adexi."