Niniola half dragged, half-pulled Tayo as they raced across the market to the other side. He could swear that he had seen her become agitated for some seconds but it vanished almost immediately.
Niniola was wild, and yes, he felt attuned with her just like that. The winds blew hard against his hood, pushing it behind him as he enjoyed the rather rough ride.
Why was he even enjoying this?
Maybe that was because; he had never had a taste of moments like this? It would sound absurd, even to the Irunmoles of Ilu Ogun that he found pleasure in little things one often overlooked. Like the sun rising at the east, the butterfly flapping past, even the changes in weather.
He enjoyed every one bit of them.
