From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 427: Dayo leaves?

By the time Dayo stepped into the family house, the noise hit him first before anything else did. It wasn’t loud in a chaotic way, but it carried life. Voices overlapping, utensils from the kitchen, someone laughing too hard at something that probably wasn’t even that funny. It felt normal in a way that nothing else around him had felt in days.

He paused briefly at the entrance, just long enough to take it in, then stepped inside fully.

"Ah, he’s here," someone said from inside.

That was all it took.

The room shifted.

People turned, conversations paused, and then everything picked up again, but now centered around him.

"You just came like that?" an older voice asked, half amused, half questioning.

Dayo nodded slightly, greeting them one by one as he moved further in. He didn’t rush through it. He let each greeting land, each bow to the elders handshake to the uncles, each quick exchange. It mattered here in a way it didn’t outside.

His Grandmother looked at him longer than the others, her eyes scanning his face like she was checking for something he hadn’t said yet.

"You don’t stay in one place," she said.

There was no accusation in it, just observation.

"I’m here now," he replied.

She nodded slowly, accepting that answer for what it was.

From the side, someone else stepped forward, faster than the others, not waiting for space to clear.

"Dayo."

He turned.

Shade.

She didn’t stop halfway like the others had. She walked straight up to him and pulled him into a quick embrace before stepping back to look at him properly.

"You actually came," she said.

"I told you I would," he replied.

She shook her head slightly, smiling. "People say things all the time."

"I don’t and you know that hahaha." Dayo smiled.

"Yeah I know she said smiling."

That made her pause for a second, then she smiled again, softer this time.

Her husband stepped forward next, more composed but just as present.

"Good to finally see you again," he said, extending his hand.

Dayo took it firmly. "How’s everything?"

"Different," he said with a small laugh. "Better, but still getting used to it."

Dayo nodded once. He didn’t need more explanation than that.

The shift in their lives was obvious even without words. The house itself showed it. The way things were arranged, the small upgrades that spoke quietly but clearly. It wasn’t excessive, but it was a step above what it used to be.

"You changed a lot for us," Shade said, her tone more grounded now.

Dayo didn’t respond immediately.

"I did what little i could do," he said after a moment.

"That’s not small," her husband added. "Not where we were before."

Dayo glanced between them, then gave a slight nod.

"Just make sure you build on it," he said. "That’s what matters."

They both nodded.

From the background, someone called out about food, and the moment shifted again into something more relaxed. Plates were brought out, chairs moved around, people settling into positions that felt familiar.

Dayo had informed them earlier that he might be leaving soon so they call him to visit them before leaving.

Dayo sat when they told him to, not because he had to, but because it felt easier to just be part of it for a while.

Conversations moved around him. Some directed at him, some not. Questions came in pieces.

"You’re leaving again?"

"When?"

"How long this time?"

He answered without overexplaining.

"Soon."

"A bit."

"Work."

That was enough.

They didn’t push further. They knew better than to expect long explanations from him.

Across from him, Shade watched him quietly for a moment before speaking again.

"You don’t stay," she said, not as a complaint, but as a fact.

Dayo looked at her.

"There’s still more to do," he replied.

She nodded slowly. "There’s always more with you."

He didn’t deny it.

Her husband leaned back slightly, glancing between them.

"You came for the wedding," he said. "That was already more than enough."

Dayo shook his head once. "I came because I said I would."

"That’s the same thing," he replied.

Dayo didn’t argue.

The conversation drifted again after that, but the tone had settled into something easier. Lighter. Familiar.

Time passed without being counted.

At some point, people started stepping away one by one, the room thinning out naturally until it was just a smaller group left.

Shade stood up and gestured slightly.

"Come," she said.

Dayo followed her without asking where.

They stepped outside, away from the noise, into a quieter space where the air felt different, less crowded.

She leaned against the railing, arms folded lightly.

"You’re leaving soon," she said.

"Yes."

She looked out for a moment before turning back to him.

"I didn’t think you’d actually come at first," she admitted.

"I know," he said.

"But you did," she added.

"I said I would."

She smiled slightly at that, then her expression shifted again.

"You’ve done a lot already," she said. "You don’t have to keep pushing like this."

Dayo looked at her for a second before responding.

"It’s not about pushing," he said. "It’s about finishing what I start."

She studied him quietly.

"And when does it end?" she asked.

He didn’t answer that immediately.

"When it needs to," he said finally.

That wasn’t a clear answer, and they both knew it, but she didn’t press further.

Instead, she nodded once.

"Just don’t disappear completely," she said.

"I won’t."

That was as much as he gave.

They stood there for a moment longer, not saying anything, then she straightened up slightly.

"You should go back in before they think I kidnapped you," she said lightly.

He nodded, and they walked back inside together.

—

By the time he stepped out again later, the house had quieted down.

Not silent, but settled.

The kind of quiet that comes after a full day.

Shina was already outside, leaning against the car, his posture relaxed at first glance but not completely steady.

He straightened when he saw Dayo approach.

"You’re leaving now?" he asked.

"Yes."

Shina nodded slowly.

"I figured."

There was a brief silence between them, not awkward, just filled with things neither of them rushed to say.

"You’ve been moving fast," Shina said after a moment. "Even for you."

Dayo didn’t respond immediately.

"It’s necessary," he said.

Shina let out a short breath, then laughed quietly.

"Everything is always necessary with you." Shina shook his head trying to read what Dayo was thinking.

Dayo looked at him.

"You’re doing well," he said.

Shina shook his head slightly. "I’m doing well because of you."

"That’s not how it works," Dayo replied.

"It is," Shina said, more firmly now. "Before you, I was... managing. Just getting by. Now everything is different."

Dayo didn’t interrupt him.

"I don’t even know how to explain it properly," Shina continued. "The access, the money, the way people look at me now. It’s not small and i am chasing my dreams because of you."

Dayo watched him, his expression steady.

"You made use of the opportunity," he said. "That’s on you."

Shina shook his head again, but this time slower.

"Still," he said. "You’re the reason it came."

The silence returned for a moment. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Then Shina looked away briefly, then back at him, and something shifted in his expression.

"You’re going again," he said.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"I don’t know yet."

That answer hit differently.

Shina nodded, but his jaw tightened slightly.

"I know how this goes," he said. "You leave, things move, then next thing you’re somewhere else again."

Dayo didn’t deny it.

"That’s how it has to be," he said.

Shina let out a breath, then stepped closer.

"I just... I don’t want to get used to not seeing you around," he said.

Dayo didn’t respond with words immediately.

Instead, he reached out and placed a hand briefly on Shina’s shoulder.

"You’ll be fine," he said.

That wasn’t what Shina was asking, but he understood it anyway.

He nodded quickly, but his eyes gave him away slightly.

"I know," he said. "I know."

He wiped his face quickly, like he didn’t want to draw attention to it.

"Just... don’t forget us completely," he added, forcing a small smile.

Dayo looked at him for a second.

"I won’t," he said.

That was enough.

Shina nodded again, stepping back this time.

"Safe trip," he said.

"Take care of things here," Dayo replied.

"I will."

There was nothing else to add.

Dayo turned toward the car, opened the door, and got in without looking back again.

Shina stayed where he was, watching as the car pulled away, his posture still, his expression no longer trying to hide anything.

—

The airport didn’t feel any different from any other day.

People moved in every direction, conversations overlapping, announcements cutting through the background noise. No one was paying attention to anything beyond their own movement.

Dayo walked through it like any other passenger.

No escort.

No attention.

Just steady movement.

Sharon handled the check-in without drawing focus, her tone calm, efficient. Everything had already been arranged, so there were no delays, no complications.

They moved through security, through the waiting area, through every step without interruption.

No one stopped him.

No one recognized him as he had his nose mask and face cap on.

Or if they did, they didn’t act on it.

It didn’t matter either way.

By the time they reached the boarding gate, the process was already underway.

Passengers lined up, moving forward in small groups.

Dayo stood with them, no different from anyone else in line.

No announcement.

No signal.

When it was his turn, he handed over his pass, stepped through, and continued forward without pause.

The aircraft waited like it always did, nothing about it suggesting anything beyond routine travel.

He walked in, found his seat, and settled in without looking around.

Outside, the airport continued as normal.

Flights arriving.

Flights leaving.

People coming and going.

No one marked the moment.

No one paused.

And just like that, he was gone.