Chapter 1: Secrets Scatter Like Harmattan Dust

The day I see those pills, my heart just comot for body, sweat begin gather for my armpit—even NEPA no fit cool the heat wey dey rush me. She dey always talk say she be correct Naija babe—no dey do anyhow, no dey give herself before marriage. Na why I reason say I fit trust am well. For her mouth, na tradition be tradition. Who come dey use style dey lie for who?

But she always dey claim say she be traditional babe, insisting say na after marriage we go fit sleep together.

E shock me, no be small. You know that kain feeling wey be like say person pour cold water for your body, even under hot sun? That was how e be for me that afternoon.

[GistloverQueen96: Abeg, na tradition we dey talk or na 2024 mentality?]

[Mama Chika: Ifeoma na sharp babe, but this Kunle too dey dull.]

[FineBoy_001: If no be say the male and female leads miss each other because of one old wahala, their pikin for dey kindergarten by now.]

[Heartbreaker: Male and female leads na destined. Second male lead just dey waste space.]

Na so online gbas gbos just dey fly waka for my mind, as if dem dey read my thoughts. Na so this online life dey do person—everybody get mouth, everybody sabi pass you.

As I dey look all these strange comment wahala, my brain just blank for small.

E be like say time freeze. For a moment, all the noise wey dey inside my chest just vanish. Na only the echo of my heartbeat I dey hear, kpom, kpom, kpom.

As I gather myself back, I no waste time. I look Ifeoma and talk, “Make we break up.”

No need to dey dance around matter. For Naija, sometimes na straight talk dey save you wahala.