Introduction 

The Beginning. 

It was unimaginable to think these same streets were bustling with people just a few hours ago. 

Noise and chaos had been replaced by the wonderful orchestra of nightlife. The sway of the breeze, the chirping away of birds around with the crickets occasionally joining in. The many stars in the sky, together with the moon, providing the best lighting ever. It was a perfect stage for the end of the day's drama. 

Work had dragged on a little longer than expected which threatened the chances of catching a bus. He did catch it, only to discover he had left his headphones behind. This was the last bus for the night but not even that fact would be strong enough to come between him and his headphones. Not on this night.

Corey had gotten off the bus at the next stop, which was already quite a distance from the cafe he had worked that night. He ran the entire distance back to the cafe without breaking a sweat; something he gave himself some credit for just before going in to retrieve his headphones. 

The mumblings he heard were still running wild in his head. It was the manager's office but felt he had no reason to bother himself about it. He shrugged off the thoughts, and with his mind incapable of being idle, he suddenly began to admire himself. 

In truth, it had been a very long walk home but he wouldn't have dared to try this just two months ago. Some viral video he stumbled upon on YouTube had motivated him to keep himself fit. It was tough keeping up with the early morning jogging initially but he kept at it. Tonight, all the hours spent jogging paid off. 

The lights inside the house were still on, which meant his dad wasn't in bed yet. Corey dragged his almost 6 foot frame through the door looking very exhausted. 

"What's the story today boy?" His dad asked from under his reading glasses. It was not the first time Corey would come home late. 

"Won't the old man ask the young boy to eat before talking about the long day?" Corey managed to mumble the words as he made for the kitchen. 

It was in truth more than a modest apartment for a school teacher. Living in a predominantly white neighborhood, Corey grew up a very privileged child. 

The entire day was played out on the dining table after the meal had been devoured. There was never a boring time with his dad and he loved that. 

"I better get to my room real quick. I've got an appointment in dreamland." Corey said as he kissed his father goodnight. 

"Korede Evans, the true son of the one and only Kolade Evans, his very handsome father" his father said as he watched Corey leave the room. 

Raising him in a neighborhood like theirs made it important for him to always remind his son of his roots. The rest of the world might call him Corey but to him, he will always be Korede.

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