Something happens in my neighborhood,
Whispers trailing where we walk.
I have this best friend —
A young girl, 18 years old.
We laugh too loud, stand too close,
And suddenly the streets have eyes.
People talk like they know the script,
Like closeness has to mean something unusual,
Like two souls can’t just choose each other
Without the world writing sins in the margins.
So hear me now — world, family, all of you:
We are nothing but best friends.
No secrets in the dark, no lies in the light.
Just two people who found shelter in each other.
And if my ways seemed wrong,
If I misbehaved in how I carried this friendship,
Forgive me.
And forgive her too —
She’s carried stares she never earned.
Let us be what we are:
Best friends. Nothing more,
Nothing less,
Nothing to hide.
Make this an afrobeat music for me.
OLUWASEGUN umani