"Sometimes, you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself, and love yourself enough to become a new person."
_ Gerard Way _
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Hilary Idara Eghosa has always been one of the Elites in Crestview Inter...
It's been a minute. Just completed chapter 2 of my thesis and I decided to push myself to complete this chapter before I start my chapter 3. Actually, I haven't gotten the materials to even begin my chapter 3 so what the heck 😂.
This chapter will include a mild amount of Espanol (Spanish) at the beginning of this chapter because the Dayo family are multilingual (of course, y'all know that). So, I decided to be spontaneous and make them speak a little bit of Spanish here and there because that's how their family is.
The English interpretation of the words that are written in Spanish will be added to the in-line comment directly beside it so that you guys will understand what is being said.
Good? Good!👍🏾
Now let's dive in!
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𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 (Dawn Damipe Dayo)
🎶Father Abraham had many sons, Many sons had Father Abraham. I am one of them, and so are you. So let us praise the Lord🎶
"Right Hand!"
Damien and Daniel screamed at the top of their lungs, shooting their hands into the air with so much force that Damien nearly knocked a tooth out of my mouth.
Egbami!
My mum also joined the madness, her right hand going out of the window and waving it into the open air. A poor bottled water seller thought she was waving him over and started running with the speed of flash with his carton of chilled bottled water, only to be waved off when he got to her side of the car.
I swear, I saw him throw my mum a waka hand, but she was too engrossed in "Father Abraham" to care.
Even my Dad was waving his hands in the air like he just don't care. If I didn't trust his driving abilities, I'd be seriously terrified of his tendencies to cause an accident on the highway.
Just another day in the Dayo Family.
It was Sunday afternoon and we were on our way from church. As a tradition, we would play junior church songs and rhymes that would keep the twins engaged throughout the ride so that they would wear themselves out, and when we got home, would fall right to sleep instead of turning the entire house upside down.
And now, everyone was involved in it.
Everyone except Dean and I.
Even Dean was a little involved, bobbing his head to the rhythm of the song and tapping his foot on beat as he typed away on his phone, chatting with God knows who.
