Bayo sat in a bar at the beach cooling himself with an ice cold refreshment. As he sipped his drink, he analyzed the people at the beach. There was the typical happy Lagos family, your handful of slay queens, the vacationing friends and other sorts. He was already loosing interest and focused his attention on nursing his drink. He heard someone pull up beside him at the bar and subconsciously shifted. He didn’t like strangers touching him.    “I’d like one lemon Virgin mojito please” , a melodious voice said from beside him. “Thanks”.          The voice was simply breath-taking. By the time he got himself, the person had already left and he only got a glimpse of her red bikini. Disappointed he ordered another glass. He brought out his phone and proceeded to jump from one social media to another. He was trying to pass time before he went home. Time went by quickly and having achieved his aim, it was time to head home. He took one last leis...