Chapter 2: When Silence Get Weight

Everywhere just quiet. Even the breeze wey dey blow curtain stop. My neighbor dog wey dey bark since morning, suddenly respect itself. You know that kain silence wey get weight? Even generator for next compound keep quiet. E shock me.

Ifeoma dey knit scarf, she focus well, but as she hear me, she blink twice, like person wey no sure say she hear well. Then her hand begin shake and the bamboo needle drop for ground.

You for see the way her hand dey tremble, like say na Harmattan dey blow her skin.

“Wetin you talk?”

Her voice small, shaky. Her eyes dey search my face, like say she dey find the joke inside my talk.

She look me like say she no believe.

I see say e pain her, but na so truth dey be sometimes.

“I say, make we break up.”

I talk am again, this time my voice steady. If person wan do something, make e do am clean.

[Maybe mirror no dey house, but you fit use puddle see yourself. How you go dey dump the female lead?]

[OnomeWahala: Ifeoma fit run pass you eight hundred times, no even look back, and you still dey reason say you too good for am? Abeg.]

[SlimBabe: So na because female lead no gree make you touch am, you come lose interest? Na so una men be? E no make sense.]

[LagosBoy: I taya. Female lead just take abortion pills, her body don weak already, and second male lead still dey do drama.]

Even the air dey heavy with judgement. All these comment wahala dey drag me left and right.

Online gbas gbos just dey flow.

As I dey read am, e just dey funny to me.

If you know Naija gist, you go know say when matter burst, everybody get one thing to add. Even people wey no know you from Adam go dey judge you.