Chapter 1: When Two Spirits Wake Again
My husband—the man wey once love me with everything—plus me, both of us wake up enter this world again.
For our last life, he be genius director, I be top actress wey dey shine under the spotlight. As husband and wife, we hold hand climb reach the very top together, enjoy glory till old age.
Even now as I remember am, e dey like scene from one classic Nollywood film—two of us, hand in hand, camera lights dey flash, paparazzi dey shout, fans dey wave Naija flag, red carpet steady under our foot. For every award show, na our names dem dey call. People go dey hail, “Na dem be power couple!”
When e dey die, him last words to the world be: "She be my muse for life."
I still fit picture the hospital room, the smell of antiseptic mix with the hum of generator outside. He squeeze my hand, eyes no wan close, voice soft but strong as ever. The whole family dey around, some dey wipe tear, but him focus dey only me. My auntie dey mutter, "God carry your soul gently. No let am lost for road."
Now, I don come back to the moment before my debut, dey stand for audition set for Mr. Nnamdi’s new film. All the other actors look tense, but me—I just dey smile with confidence.
As I stand for there, I adjust my gele, wipe sweat from my brow—no be fear, na hope wey dey stubborn. Heart dey beat like bata drum, but na only joy dey my mind. The air get that sharp, raw smell wey dey follow location sets for Lagos—dust, sweat, small small hopes. Dem dey size me, but I no send.
He go choose me. He belong to me.
Inside my chest, I dey feel as if the world dey rearrange itself just for my sake. My spirit dey tell me, this one na my destiny.
Until Mr. Nnamdi waka pass me with face like say nothing concern am, then point to another fine girl.
Na the kain silence wey fall naim dey heavy—everybody pause, even the wind wey dey blow for location stop. I just stand, mouth small open, as if dem pour cold water for my body.
Na that time e hit me—maybe he no wan live the same life as before.
The realization land for my mind like LASTMA officer catch danfo driver—sharp, no warning.
Maybe the man I dey wait for no dey wait for me again.
Maybe he no wan love the same person again.
That thought choke me like hot eba for throat. Wetin I go do now?