Chapter 1: My Sister’s Escape, My Fate

I married a mumu instead of my elder sister.

On our wedding night, to help my simple-minded husband understand wetin to do, I tell am say make we play one new game—'chop meat'—so e go understand wetin to do.

Since that day, this man dey worry me every two-three days, always dey find chance to play again.

Later, my foolish husband regain him sense, come become the proper Chief Registrar for High Court wey e be before.

So, I just helplessly start to live life with am, full of respect and proper behaviour.

But one day, he just hold my waist tight, no gree let go.

“Wife, we never chop meat for long.”

That night, I realize—this upright behaviour na just packaging; wetin he really want na to chop me every day.

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My elder sister’s fiancé na Ifedayo, first son of the well-known Adeyemi family for Ibadan, and the Chief Registrar at the High Court.

He be the hottest catch among all the rich girls for city; people dey talk say this marriage na perfect match.

But not long ago, as he dey investigate case for Okpoko Hills, Ifedayo get head injury. Now, he dey behave like small pikin of three years old.

My elder sister no ever like Ifedayo, this big man pikin.

Her biggest wish for life na to bring home husband wey go stay with us, so my papa go enjoy.

When Ifedayo still dey normal, my sister no get chance to break the engagement.

Now wey Ifedayo head don knock, my sister finally see her chance. Every day for house, she go hold papa leg dey cry:

“Papa~ your daughter dey suffer~”

“Papa~ you dey wicked so? You wan make your daughter marry mumu?”

“If my mama hear, she go comot from grave come drag you!”

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Papa suffer for her hand reach the point wey he no fit sleep again, and to avoid her wahala, he just stop dey come house.

My sister tire. As wedding day dey near, she finally run away from house.

The night she run, she meet me with serious face.

“Morayo, make we run together.”

I look her with confusion, just shout “Ah?”, no understand why she wan carry me join her wahala.

She just knack my head: “Silly Morayo, you no get sense? This marriage contract no fit break. If I run, Papa go force you marry that mumu.”

My mouth hang open, my heart begin pound. Na so? E fit reach me?

That moment, I feel touched. I never feel my sister love me like that before.

I grip her waist, tears rush me. "God go bless you, Sister!"

She smile, pat my back: “Na so e suppose be. Elder sister na like mama. Since we lose mama early, if I no take care of you, who go do am?”

After we finish our emotional moment, my sister and I pack our load, ready to run.

Who go believe, as we dey climb fence, my dress jam our family dog, Koko.

I look Koko’s watery eyes, my heart just soft. I pull my sister’s sleeve: “Why we no carry Koko follow us?”

Koko dey cry under the wall like say dem wan kill am. Last last, my sister agree: “Ehn, Koko na family. We no fit leave am.”

So I climb down to carry Koko cross the wall.

But as Koko land for other side, wahala start—dem don catch us.

Yee! We don enter wahala!

Sharp sharp, the whole Olumide compound light up like Christmas.