Chapter 3: Betrayal No Be Small Thing

Na just yesterday, my wife tell me say she dey go business trip for another state. We even talk for phone one hour ago. She say, "Honey, I just enter hotel. I too tire. I go sleep early today. I go sleep alone tonight."

The kain calm for her voice that night, if no be say I know her well, I for say she dey plan surprise. But now, I dey see her true face for screen. E pain me die.

She no dey suffer at all.

She dey enjoy herself well.

For the photo wey dey below, the light dim, hotel bed, her sexy bathrobe, and one man sleep for her back.

The kain style, the kain position wey both of them dey, na only for those soft Nollywood films wey dem dey show for midnight. E be like make I break phone, but my hand weak.

Even though you no fit see her face, I sure say na her.

Na only my wife sabi tie bathrobe like that, with one corner high pass the other. E dey pain me say even her small small habits, another man dey see am now.

The voice for the previous video na her own, now the photo na her own.

Ngozi, my wife for three years.

Three years wey I dey show her, carry her matter for head like Igbo trader. My body just dey shake, but I dey use all my mind hold myself.

I sharply carry my phone wan call her, but my finger dey hover for call button, but my spirit hold am back. If I call, wetin I go talk? I force myself hold the anger, rush go bathroom, on cold water, let the cold water cool my body.

I off shirt, stand under cold water. The thing feel like make harmattan blow inside my brain. For Naija man, if you vex, you go find cold water bath. Na so I try cool my mind.

Ngozi betrayal no too shock me.

The kain woman wey fine, get shape, sabi dress, e get as e be. From the first day I see her for Sango junction, she dey shine like first daughter for naming ceremony. All the boys for our area dey wish say na dem get her.

She be campus queen, art student wey fine well. For her university days for Ibadan, na so big cars dey jam UI gate, flowers dey full her room like she be Miss Oyo. Anywhere she go, boys go just dey gather to see her.

She sabi pose for picture, dey post for WhatsApp status. My guy dem even tease me say I dey marry celeb. Now I dey wonder if na me dey do mumu.

She marry me, na luck carry am come.

Her parents go prison because of money wahala, all those rich boys wey dey follow her, run disappear.

As per Naija way, if money waka, love dey waka join. But as she suffer, I be the last man standing. That time, my people say, "Tobi, you try. You get good heart."

When she no get anybody, na me show, support her, help her stand up again.

I borrow money, carry her matter for head. My people even complain, say I dey spoil her. I no send anybody.

Feelings suppose dey.

But love? I no sure.

That question dey my chest since, but na now e clear say something don dey spoil since. Maybe na only pity join everything.

As I come back to the computer, cold still dey catch me. I touch mouse, the post don already scroll reach end.

Challenge 100: Kill am. Pending.

The thing hit me for chest. My hand dey tremble. I fit almost smell the old generator fume wey dey waka inside my compound. My mind dey race.

I dey wait. I dey watch.

For this Lagos, even sleep run from my eye. Tomorrow fit change everything.