'No go releeeent, man I wish you all the beeesst.' I sing out Asake's song blasting in my airpods as I walk past little children playing in front of their home, in the street I've grown to love and appreciate. There's something about Asake's songs that inspires me. They drive me to do my best, make my next plan and do something great.

"Tolu, pass the ball." Capalee, one of the neighborhood agberos calls out to me. He and a couple of his friends were playing football and had kicked it to me. I pass it back to them, but it goes through the makeshift goal post made with two big stones, causing all of them to erupt in cheers at my lucky shot.

"Osheee, Agba baller!!" He hypes me as he takes a break from playing, causing me to laugh. "Abeg jare, me wey no sabi. How you dey?"

"I just dey my guyy. How your palé?" He asks of my father who has been sick for a week now. "He's getting better jare. He don dey disturb person again." I joke and he laughs, patting me on the shoulder.

"Tolu, you no be small boy again ohh." He states, which...