CHOICELESS; I wish I m me

"What do you mean?" She managed to ask.

"Nevermind; forget it." He uttered as he started the engine, and drove to his house, he wanted to replace the shirt Angela had messed up.

Getting to the gate, he honked for the gateman to open up.

The gateman shuffled to the gate to get it opened. He was in his dark-red on black uniform, with his black boots and barrett that was tilted to the side.

He was charcoal in complexion, with two tribal marks on his both cheeks; his pot belly made him robust and closer to the ground even when he was just average heightened. Though he was from Niger, he could speak Yoruba fluently owing to the fact that he had stayed in Lagos for close to ten years.

As Leo drove in, he parked his car before his duplex as he stepped down.

"Ka a ale, sir; kaabo! Good evening, sir; welcome!" the gateman bowed.

"Ka a ale; Bawo ni o ṣe n ṣe? Good evening, how are you doing?" He replied moving to the other side of the car where Angela was seated.

" Mo dupe lowo Olorun,