The night air in Lagos was thick with moisture, making me twist and turn on my bed. After the tiring argument with Dapo and digesting so much new information, I managed to fall asleep, yet it wasn't a peaceful rest.
A colourful dream world opened up in front of me, made from the sights and sounds deep in Yoruba myths. I stood on the edge of a hill full of green plants, with the golden light of the sun going down shining over me. Down there, a great river wound through the lively scenery, with its top shimmering like fish scales because so many fishes were jumping and making splashes.
On the other side of the river, a great city was shining far away. It had tall buildings with detailed engravings that showed Yoruba fighters from legends and creatures from myths. I felt very amazed; it mad
