Chapter 3: Everybody Get Their Own Suspicion

As I remember, na one kind family dey live for 404.

The way dem dey move ehn, e get as e be. Even when dem dey carry load move in, no noise, no wahala—dem just arrange their things jeje.

The man tall, skinny, e dey look innocent but e no dey mix with people at all.

If you jam am, e go greet you well, talk small about him wife and the baby wey never reach one year.

Sometimes e go say, 'Na so e be, small pikin dey give wahala,' with the kain laugh wey dey dry like harmattan breeze—no joy inside. E be like say na only greeting e sabi for this life.

But you go know say na just to do like say e dey friendly.

After greeting, e go waka sharp, as if e dey hide secret.

As for him wife, I never see her before—maybe because I dey always waka go work, and she dey house dey look after the pikin.

People for the block dey yarn say she get long hair, but na only her voice dem claim say dem hear one night, when NEPA take light and baby cry loud. I still dey doubt if anybody don see her face true true.

All in all, na somehow family, and the man sef dey somehow.

You know all those families wey dey do 'keep to yourself', wey anytime NEPA bring light, dem no even come out clap hand? Na them.

So, as I dey think am, e fit do something crazy o…

My mind dey run wild, because for Lagos, e fit be anything—person wey quiet fit shock you if gobe land.

But, thank God, na false alarm.

My chest drop small, but my ear still dey ground.