Akande was an organized man in every aspect of his life, though he found that separating his work life from his personal life was proving to be his hardest challenge yet.

Visiting home for a week or two when it was convenient was the only way to be a proper father figure in his family's life. The man could only plan for the future so much before he was needed for his guidance and called upon once more.

He helped his eldest son prepare for school in the morning, sending him off with a pat on his shoulder. The young boy clearly looked up to his father as he wore a toothy grin out the door.

"Be well. Stay out of trouble, Femi. I mean it," he insisted, his voice firm and unwavering.

The boy had been using the martial arts Akande passed down to him for such trivial reasons. It was hard to keep him in one school when he seemed to consistently antagonize and cause problems. Akande sighed as he stood in the doorway, watching silently as his son was accompanied by his friends.