Old flames & Race tracks

DAYO HAD DRIVEN to Ikoyi to visit his favorite tracks, The Chase Race Track. He loved the smell of the tracks, the speed and the rush of adrenaline that always seem to cure his numbness.

The tracks was what kept him sane.

Dayo yelled in victory as his orange turbo viper shot past the finish line. The crowd went crazy as the other race cars flashed across the finish line. 

He'd won. Again.

Dayo climbed out of his car and was quickly surrounded by his friends and some sexy girls they brought to the tracks.

Omah returned with an unopened bottle of champagne, "I told you he was going to beat that motherfucker! Abi I no talk am? (Or didn't I say so?)," he shouted.

He popped the cork, causing the champagne to spill over. The girls giggled as he poured each of them a glass.

King, the owner of the racing tracks approached them. "I have to get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass,"he grinned.

"You could make a cou