I silently crouched onstage waiting and anticipating for him to become the boy who ruined the wedding cake.
For a good 5 minutes, I watched as his eyes darted back and forth, left and the right as he looked to see if anyone was watching.
Everyone was happily cheering the bride and groom as they danced to a traditional Nigerian song, so no one would’ve known who had poked the cake on the left side.
Except. for. me.
But for some reason, he never thought to look up. He was fixated on the candle and the cake: what did it taste like, look like inside. I waited a few more minutes, but in the end he decided it wasn’t worth it and left the scene.
At least I got this shot…
