The Nigerian artists.
Kazeem.
Amara.
Faye.
Frosh.
Tunde.
The moment Dayo's eyes landed on them, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"You people actually came."
Kazeem laughed.
"Of course we did."
Amara folded her arms dramatically. "As if we would miss this."
Frosh shook his head. "Do you know how many times you forced each of us to celebrate birthdays?"
"Forced?" Dayo asked confused at what they were implying.
"Yes, forced."
The room laughed.
Frosh pointed at him. "You'll call somebody at six in the morning and you are like Happy birthday, Have you eaten?"
"Really Dayo ? At six o'clock have you eaten." Ulrich seeing the crowd smiled as he teased Dayo.
"Oh that's is not even all he goes on like." Frosh said smiling enjoying it.
"Are you with family?"
"Have you smiled today?"
The room erupted again.
Dayo looked happily offended at their antic "I don't sound like that."
"Yes you do."
