Chapter 4: Arrival Wahala

Small time, bell ring.

If you see as my heart dey jump, na like say I dey interview. The suspense dey do me like DSTV subscription wey wan expire. As I open door, I brace up.

I open door, bend down well, recite my lines wey I don cram.

You go think say I dey audition for Nollywood. I bow small, voice dey tremble. "Good evening, sir. Welcome."

Her first love tall reach my height, face sharp like razor. As he see me dey wear security cloth, he just nod, remove jacket, throw am give me.

Na so some big boys dey behave for this Lagos, like say everybody dey work for dem. I collect the jacket with two hands, respect full everywhere. E be like say I dey act film. For one moment, I hesitate, glance at Sewa, then sharply collect the jacket—humiliation just dey catch me for body.

"Take, hang am."

Sharp, I take jacket, hang am near door like trained houseboy. Wetin man go do?

My wife rush come, her cold face suddenly bright like say NEPA bring light for inside. Her black hair just tie scarf anyhow, her body fine like say she no from this world, her eyes dey shine, dey find wetin she dey miss. She run enter his arms, dem two just dey look each other, eye no wan commot.

Omo, the love strong o. E shock me. Na only film I dey see this kind thing, but real life dey different. I just bone face, dey respect myself.

The guy hold her waist tight, like say he wan carry her enter him body join.

Me sef feel small awkward, I turn face like say I dey find rat for ceiling. E get as e be when person dey see wetin no concern am. For Lagos, na so dem dey do.