This is Me.

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Idara.

I awkwardly stood in front of the large black and gold gate that served as the only entrance to the very large, very intimidating mansion that stood at quite a distance from where I stood.

I lifted my left hand and rung the bell that was attached to the wall, using my right hand to arrange my book bag correctly on my shoulder. I wiped sweat from my forehead as I gripped the black strap harder.

I craned my neck as I checked to see if anyone was coming. The security house was closer to me than the house, but still quite a distance non the less. I leaned on the wall as I heard a beep.

A Yoruba voice came through a black and gold speaker I hadn't noticed situated above the bell thingy. "What's the reason for your visit?" the voice queried, a loud yawn was heard afterward.

"Um, my name is Idara and I'm um here for a project. Jordan invited me over," I told the man...speaker person.

"Oh."

The gate slowly drew inwards as the speaker went off. I looked ahead, once again noticing I'd have to trek quite a distance before I reached my actual destination.

I gripped my bag harder as I started off into the compound. I slowed down as I took in the beautiful scenery.

The stone grey walls on either side where covered with some sort of creeping plant, kind of like the weeds you'd find in abandoned compounds. But this one wasn't ugly, it grew like a design on the grey walls. Very Disney castle-Esque.

The vines or weeds or whatever had flowers growing out of them. Unlike normal weeds, these ones looked pretty, like they were tended to every week or something.

Infront of each wall were tiny flower beds, flowers of various colours sprouted out from every corner. Roses, hibiscus, Lilies and a bunch of others.

I looked up, a stone fountain stood there, crystal clear water flowed fom the mouth into the stone bowl. Though tiny spherical holes at either side of the bottom of the stone structure, water trickled out in small amounts from the stone bowls.

The water flowed into tiny canals adjacent to each hole. The canals served as some demarcation from the greenery at either side. As I approached the house, I noticed a car park with fairy lights hanging from the cover. The gold reflected off the black presidential cars and created some type of glow.

I went around the fountain and the house finally came into view. I approached it and awkwardly looked for the doors. I called out for Jordan, feeling stupider by the minute.

What if this was a prank? Jesus.
What if they ambushed me and beat me? Jesus ×2

I decided to go round and found the door at the side of the house.

I knocked and waited, shifting on the soles of my feet, I looked up. The house was painted grey. The white which lined the pillars of the house complemented it very well. The tiles that decorated the foot of each pillar were dark grey, like a mosaic of storms and rain clouds.

Very chíc.

The entire house gave off the vibe of a modern stone castle. The Bankolas did NOT come to play. I was so engrossed in my assessment of the house, I did not notice the shirtless man that stood in front of me.

I blused in embarrassment as he awkwardly cleared his throat. He looked at me and smiled.

"Iyanu?" he asked, taking in my uniform.

My faced twisted in confusion, he laughed before asking again.

"Jordan?" his tone hinted a bit of sarcasm.