Olufemi, my brother.

The kid will be fine. He’s chosen his own life’s path (regardless of how that turns out). It is not hard to see (going by the unspoken hardship he’s been through) how he could have become so desperate.

What’s left is to leave the lights in the Lighthouse on. For when he will have no place to turn but home.

Because he will.

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