CHAPTER 15
Two day later, Yomi woke up in the morning, knowing that something was certainly wrong. He could feel it in his aching bones, the stiff neck, and the sore throat and in the tightness in his chest. His sleep had been uneasy and he reckoned this contributed in no little way to the tiredness that he felt. His throat felt so dry and sore.
He had really been pushing himself more than usual he knew. Or to be more exact, Ajoke had been encouraging him to push himself more than usual; helping him grind off the rough parts of his dance. He desperately needed The Bata Dancer to be a memorable success, so he hadn’t minded putting in more time to practise.
This particular morning, he felt like a lump of dead wood. He slugged through the task of washing himself. The weather wasn’t cold, b
