Chapter 12: Rain and Realization

Me and Fisayo help carry the drunk Tega reach hotel. He look the big bed, frown serious. He look Tega wey dey snore: “E straight, abi?”

I nod: “Yes, why?”

Fisayo talk calm: “You be gay. E good like that to share bed with straight guy?”

“……”

Me and Tega know each other since small pikin. E know say I be gay, e no send. We be like brothers. But I still play along: “I go find another room.”

Fisayo just talk: “Come sleep for my side.”

Wait o, two gay men for one bed, e even worse. But before I fit talk, Fisayo don drag me go him suite. I no stress am—after all, na so we dey do before. Since I dey here, make I just bath and sleep. I carry bathrobe, enter bathroom, but Fisayo follow enter.

“MD, abeg, wetin you dey do?”

Fisayo start to unbutton him shirt. I swallow spit.

Fisayo: “Time don pass midnight. Na Saturday be this.”

I try refuse: “MD, I tell you last week—make we stop.”

Fisayo drop him trouser.

“I never gree.”

He carry my hand touch him chest.

“If you no want, you fit go now.”

Na so I stand for bathroom dey look mirror—my heart dey do me like generator wey no wan start. This kain temptation no dey for regular Naija office. As I dey see Fisayo bare, my mind dey scatter. I reason say, if I no gree now, na my body go still dey remind me. Rain dey beat window for outside; the cold dey drag me go where e no suppose. I look Fisayo, look myself for mirror—na so body and wahala dey drag me for this city. Tomorrow fit change everything.