Chapter 5: No Retreat, No Surrender

I think say that my Twitter post go at least clear matter for some fans.

I reason say once dem see my side, dem go pipe low. But Naija fans dey stubborn pass goat.

I no expect apology, but I think dem go reduce insult.

Small hope dey my mind. I just dey pray say peace go enter small.

But all the comments na attack:

Omo, no single support. E be like say I dey talk to wall. My mentions just dey scatter.

“Everybody know say Baby H dey play. Na you no fit take loss, begin curse, almost make our Baby H cry.”

“Baby H too soft. We no dey easy to bully.”

“People like you deserve make dem drag you. We just dey return fire.”

“Stop to talk, just apologize.”

As I dey scroll, I just dey laugh small. For Naija, if mob begin drag you, no voice go save you.

Halima, wey I tag, soon reluctantly post for Twitter:

I see her tweet, I just shake head. E dey form apology, but na wash.

“Sorry say I cause wahala. I no know say my fans go cyberbully you. But I no wan talk about am again. Make we act like e no happen.”

For my mind, I dey shout. This kain apology na for optics. She no send anybody.

My eye twitch.

I just dey look my screen, dey wonder whether to smash phone.

Act like e no happen?

Who dey act like say wahala no dey? For Naija, if you ignore fire, e go burn house.

So all the insult na for nothing?

I reply sharp:

For my chest, e dey burn. I just reply, make my mind rest.

“Because you talk say e no happen, e no happen? Na me dem dey bully, dey expose my details. E don disturb my life. You no go stop dem?”

Halima reply from far:

Na so she just dey do like say she no get hand inside. E dey pain me.

“But I no talk anything. Dem just dey protect me. No blame dem.”

Na so dem dey do. When wahala start, everybody dey find how to escape blame. For Naija, na so politics dey work too.

As Halima dey defend dem, her fans come craze more.

Once she talk, dem go take am as signal. Comments and tags begin fly like mosquito for rainy season.

By afternoon, my Twitter don jam, hate everywhere.

My head just dey swell. Even my old secondary school mates dey DM me, dey ask wetin I do.

Some people even find my school.

If you see as dem search, you go fear. Dem go Facebook, dig my JAMB result, even post my primary school picture join.

Dem rush school forum, begin insult me, dey say make I apologize to Halima.

As dem dey drag me, my classmates dey look me like say I be devil. For Naija, wahala dey spread pass wild fire.