Chapter 1: Birthday in Another Name
I was the secret girlfriend of the top singer for seven years.
The whole of Lagos sabi Tunde, the golden boy with smile wey sharp pass him lyrics. Me, I just dey waka for back like night shadow—nobody dey ever notice me.
On my birthday, he lead everybody to sing the wrong name:
"Morayo, happy birthday."
The sound choke me. Morayo no be me. Na him first love since dem dey small pikin for Ibadan. My skin prick like mosquito bite, shame dey crawl for my body.
I watch as the crowd join. Some dey record, others dey laugh. My chest just dey tight. For this Lagos, everybody sabi the story of Tunde and Morayo—their love na legend, like suya and night market gist.
Him brother come ask:
"Now wey Morayo don show face, you no dey tire to dey play with one girl wey no dey hear well?"
The room quiet small, but you fit still hear the mocking for him tone. Na so our people dey, wahala no dey ever end.
Tunde pinch my ear, him voice lazy:
"This small deaf girl dey give me morale. Make she relax, we fit talk marriage one day."
Even as him dey talk am, I see small wicked smile for the edge of him lips. My heart dey beat kpa kpa kpa, but I just fold hand, act like say I no hear.
Him no even know say my ear don just cure.