Chapter 5: Everything Don Change

I no collect the vitamin, I just look around.

My eyes land for the cushions. E be like say everywhere don change. The dashboard, the seat, even the radio station.

I like simple style, but the solid colour cushions I buy before, dem don change am to blue cartoon ones. E get one with Spongebob face, another with Minion eye. Na so?

I frown ask, “Where the plain cushions wey I buy?”

“Those ones…” Kunle clear throat. “Dem dey boot.” E voice small like mosquito.

But Halima jump in, “Ah? So na your cushions, aunty? Dem ugly die—I think say na free gift from car people. I throw am away yesterday.”

Her own dey pass boundary. I just dey look her mouth.

…E get as e dey be when person no fit talk, na to laugh remain. I just dey smile like mumu. God abeg, give me patience.

I don busy with work, never use this car for some time. Na now I realise say everywhere don change.

The passenger seat wey dey always be my own now get cartoon air freshener, smell like cheap perfume. I even nearly sneeze from the strong vanilla scent.

The pendant I hang for rearview mirror now get one colourful hair tie wey no be my own. The thing be like what market women dey sell for roadside.

Even the car Bluetooth name don change from “Morayo’s Ride” to “Halima’s Cruise.”

Everywhere, the car now dey reflect the taste of Kunle’s commuting companion.

And I just be like passenger wey dey beg for lift. My heart dey pain me like person wey swallow fufu without soup.