CHAPTER 17
From behind the fog of sleep Yomi could hear the sound of a Gangan drum playing. He would eventually recognize a distinct pattern. The drummer was trying to communicate with someone.
“Kaaro ; oo jiire bi ? Good morning sir” the drum said.
The drummer was persistent, and Yomi wondered what such a lunatic could be doing in front of his home at seven on a Sunday morning. Still wrapped in his bed sheet; he opened the door to find Ayankunle standing outside, grinning broadly
“How are you Ayan ? What ails you this morning?” Yomi sleepily asked.
“I thought to come to say hello to you this morning on my way to work”, Ayankunle pleasantly replied.
“Thank you for the kind heart, I really appreciate this”, Yomi said, yawning.
Ayankunle nodded. He gripped his drum tighter and again s
