The sun in Lagos was very strong, making me think deeply as I looked at the shiny silver briefcase Dapo left on my coffee table. The dying lilies were now gone, and instead, there was this bright sign of the Moonlight Lease project. A tremor went through my body, with feelings of excitement and worry combined.
"Okay, Eki," Dapo started with a smile that seemed forced. "This is it. The Moonlight Lease proposal, fresh and prepared."
I looked again and again between the man and the briefcase. The serious message from Iya Wura made the room feel very heavy. This project, which looked easy at the start, now felt difficult and old-fashioned. Yet, I also had my dream. It was about a cultural center that would stand right in the heart of the city.
"Okay, now it's your turn. Say what you want to
