THE PLEA BY ADENIRAN JOSEPH
THE PLEA. 14 February, 2001. It was a day I will never forget, my eyes were stucked in, hands buried under me, as I tried to adjust myself, seeing myself bleeding blood is the last mistake I ever did, but I never regret, at least, I was able to see Dayo and he just kissed me, not my mouth, but my forehead. That was my first kiss ever. It all happened many years ago. We were both younger then, he lives at the back of our house in Kano. Anytime I walk out of my house, I see him with his father, on their farm. I never had feelings for him, I see him as a friend from the neighborhood, always smiling, and proving so peace in the heart, he was such a funny person. "My name is Dayo, and you?", he said, stretching his left hand for a hand shake. I didn't shake him, maybe because I don't like him, or even develop any feelings for him. Ever since he saw me in the neighborhood, he will always wants to hear me speak. So, anytime I see him around, I will just