Chapter 1: Who Born This One?

The small spirit girl actually get mind question the Oba of the Heavens to him face, dey ask am whether he even sabi wetin be love.

You know say in Naija, some people sabi talk with power, but this small girl carry boldness for head like gele. She no even fear who dey stand before her—na real stubborn spirit. You go dey look am like, ah-ah, who born this one wey dey yarn dust for Oba presence? If na village matter, elders for don use cane reset her mouth.

Oba dey package humility like politician for campaign—everybody sabi say na just front.

The way him dey try form humility, you go think say na true. But deep down, everybody sabi say na packaging. Even for palace, the way spirits dey look am with side-eye, you go know say na show dem dey watch.

Omo, I vex sotey I break my TV that day. My chest dey tight, wahala just dey my head. If no be say my mama fit flog, I for scatter the whole parlour. But who go believe say na inside the Nollywood drama I go land, come turn to the same Oba of the Heavens wey dey form boss.

I swear, na so I just dey para. I fling remote, TV scatter, my mama rush come out say, "You don craze?" If to say dem tell me say na me go land inside the same wahala, I for just carry am easy that day.

The small spirit girl still dey talk talk, no gree keep quiet.

Her mouth sharp like razor, she dey pour talk like Naija market woman, no send anybody.

No wahala.

Na so Naija spirit be—if you wan do pass yourself, wahala go jam you for front. Make we dey look.

If even one of these love-shack people survive, I go gree say I lose.

Na challenge be that. For my mind, I don balance, dey ready watch as dem go use yeye love scatter everywhere, but my chest dey beat. Who go win this round?