The Ghost Bride Marked Me for Death
Chapter 1: Blue Dress for Night Road
At night, as I dey drive my taxi, I pick one woman wey wear blue dress, the kain blue wey shine like new wrapper for Sunday church.
Omo, that kain woman fit make grown man forget his wahala. Even her perfume, the scent choke my nose—no be all these roadside perfume, but the type wey dey inside big man office for Victoria Island. The street light just dey shine for her body, make her look like fine angel wey miss road come our side. For my mind, I dey wonder which kain big madam wan enter taxi for this hour, but I just keep quiet dey observe.
Her skirt tight and short no be small, her fair, slim legs just dey shine—like say she rub ori and coconut oil before she commot house. As I look am, I just swallow spit.
I swear, e be like say na those Nollywood films wey dem dey show fine women for club, but this one pass the ones for TV. My eye just dey follow her leg waka up and down, no fit look front again. I con dey remind myself say, guy, focus o—no go jam police checkpoint.
But her face show say she no dey happy at all.
E get as e be—her face no just dey bright, e be like person wey carry world problem for head. I dey reason whether na heartbreak or bad market worry am. Her eyes red small, like say she don cry or she never sleep reach.
After she tell me make I carry her go one small bush, she just start to remove her cloth.
I shock small, say which kain boldness be this? For Lagos, even runs girls dey fear small. But this one just dey remove cloth as if na normal thing. The way she commot her dress, e be like she no send at all who dey look am. The bush safe na one dark corner wey even agbero no too dey pass.
Na so we knack till morning.
Omo, no be small thing. As we dey, breeze dey blow, bush dey rustle, and I dey fear say maybe one agbami snake fit waka pass. But the woman no dey even look back. After everything, she just waka commot, no even talk thank you. E shock me. My body weak, but I just bone, say maybe na their way. But for my mind, wahala dey brew—Lagos no dey give free show without payback.
