OLAMIDE A Story of Hope Renewed
OLAMIDE A Story of Hope Renewed By Olamide Ademola Sometimes, the greatest love stories start not with fireworks, but with the gentle light of hope. I met her at a small restaurant called Sojeun in Ilé Irúnmọlẹ̀. Her name was Olamide, but in my mind, she was already my new Àbẹ̀ní. She was a 100-level student of Dramatic Art. She looked so confident, poised and clearly at ease with herself. She sat on a wooden bench inside the small restaurant waiting for her meal to be serve. She never once looked my way; I was the one stealing glances, trying to catch her attention. The food she ordered for that afternoon was Ẹ̀gúsí, ewédù, and Àmàlà. She ate with her hand not a spoon like other ladies on campus did. I found myself loving the way she enjoyed her meal. I had been to Sojeun only a few times before, but now I found myself going there more, hoping to see her again. It was one of my bosses from the Cultural Institute who int...
