Bukola soon realised she had missed the gradual transformation from vast lands without houses to a big city with houses everywhere. She was too focused on her unknown future. The Adelekes had a big black see-through gate and behind it was a house that appeared big. She was not sure what the interior looked like because back home only big men were opportuned to own houses like the one she was about to go into. The gate was opened by a middle-aged man who welcomed them with a smile as they drove in. That was the beginning of different for Bukola; no one older than herself readily welcomed her with a smile before without getting to know her first.
They were soon ushered into the ante-room of the house and were asked to wait a few minutes. Mrs Adeleke appeared from the same door the greeter had exited a few minutes before looking visibly excited. She welcomed them and asked if they wanted a drink. She also wanted to know if they had a great trip from Share. Bukola could not understand why everyone she had met in the last twenty minutes was constantly smiling; she began to wonder if she had missed something since she was not too familiar with the language they all conversed in, ‘English’. She observed that Yoruba, her indigenous language was spoken whenever a reference was made directly to her but languages were switched again whenever Mrs Adeleke turned to speak to the woman who brought her.
The short welcome soon came to an end with the woman who brought her getting up to leave but not without a promise to check on her from time to time.
To be continued…