"Hi," I greeted generally, my voice sounding small as I settled in a seat next to Wilson. He still had the weird look on and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the stench of sweat coming from the boy sitting next to me.

"What's up? Who's the dude?" Ifeanyi asked, pointing towards Wilson with his chin and I frowned, thinking that was rude.

"The dude has a name, and its Wilson." Wilson answered before I could speak and I smiled, mentally patting him on the back for his sass.

"Wetin dey do oyinbo? Shebi na the babe dem dey ask question. (What's wrong with white boy? Is it not...