Chapter 5: Accusations and Shaking Hands

“Wetin you dey do?”

Door open. Tunde look annoyed: “You wan die, you dey knock my door like that?” His eyebrow just dey climb up, like say I spoil something serious.

I just regret say I listen to bullet comments. I only knock because I dey worry.

But e really dey somehow.

Clothes scatter, face red like fire. Him boxers for one side, singlet inside out. No be Tunde wey I sabi be this.

Truth be say, e resemble person wey just… do something.

“Wetin you dey do inside?”

I poke head inside, wan enter.

Tunde block the way, begin dey fumble: “Wetin concern you?” Him voice crack small.

“And smell dey here,” I sniff. E get as the room dey smell—like old agbalumo and sweat. “Your snake dey in heat for inside?”

“Thank you o.”

See am? E don dey panic again. Him hand dey block door more, body dey shield inside room like say police dey pursue am.

I frown. “You do bad thing? Why you dey jump?”

[Babe, stop to ask—he go soon craze.]

[Abeg, abeg, I dey fear for the babe.]

[LOL, every word na direct hit, the sly guy no fit hide again.]

No fit hide?

Suddenly, I understand. The small small clues, the way e dey behave, the way e dey look away, all join for my mind.

I bone face, tell Tunde, “Na Halima dey inside, abi?”

He freeze.

I turn, continue: “You dey do bad thing with am, you no even care say I dey. Wetin you take me for?” My chest dey pain me, like say heart dey roast for inside pot. My hand dey shake, and when I talk again, my voice dey break small before I jam door for him face.

Tunde still dey stand like statue.

At last, he rush close the door small: “No, you…”

“Yeye man.”

I jam door for him face.

Curse am, then waka go. As I dey waka, my leg dey shake, but I no gree make tears show.