Two days after the meeting in Dayo's office, the world still did not feel like it was slowing down.
It only felt like the wave was changing direction.
Korea had already tasted it, and now Asia was stretching its hands out like it wanted to grab the whole thing and claim it first.
That night, Dayo finally sat still long enough to call home as it been a long while since he heard from home.
The moment the call connected, he heard it in the background before anyone even spoke properly. Movement, voices, laughter, that kind of loud happiness that tells you the whole house has been watching you without rest.
His mother's voice came first, warm and emotional.
"Dayo, are you okay. Are you eating."
Dayo smiled. "Yes ma. I'm fine."
"Fine," she repeated like she did not believe it. "You are everywhere. Everywhere."
Someone else shouted in the background. His father's voice. His siblings. Everybody trying to talk at once like he was on speaker.
