Chapter 4: The Script No Be My Own
Morayo boldness shock me that night.
I never see her act like that before. She dey take charge, dey direct the matter, I just dey follow her lead. My mind dey wonder—maybe tonight, something go finally happen.
My body dey hot like say I dey inside oven, I rub her head, beg her make she free me. Na then she lick her lips, allow me carry her go bed.
Her lips dey shine, her eye dey beg. I lift her gentle, carry am reach bed, she just dey look me like say na only me dey for the world.
Everything for my body just dey burn, I need make rain fall for body.
My chest dey beat like drum for New Yam Festival. My palm dey sweat, but I dey act cool.
Morayo too dey eager, but she just dey beg, eyes red: "Ayotunde, I dey fear."
Her voice soft, she dey shiver. E pain me small—see babe like this dey fear, e touch me.
"Baby girl, relax." I dey touch her, dey pet am.
I dey rub her back, whisper for her ear. I try make she feel safe. "No be by force, make we take am easy."
But no matter how I kiss or touch her, everywhere still dry, she even dey cry from pain.
The more I try, the more she dey shake. Her body stiff, her leg dey close. I no wan hurt her. Na so I pause, look her face, tears just dey drop.
I see Morayo dey suffer, pity catch me.
Her makeup don wash, her hair scatter. My chest dey pain me—how I go continue?
"Baby girl, make we try another day..."
I talk am with low voice. I no fit see her dey struggle.
Her eyes red, she hug me. "No be so first time dey be? Just do am, I no dey fear."
She dey force herself, but I sabi say na pain dey push her. She wan make me happy, but her body no gree.
She kiss me hard, scatter my sense.
Her lips dey taste like tears and wine. The kiss dey hot, but my mind dey shake.
I try again, then suddenly, WhatsApp group show for my eye.
[Abeg, na only correct guy fit run am. The other guy no suppose reason am at all.]
[Campus queen, no worry yourself, you be correct ice babe—if main guy touch you for seven days and nights, you go dey alright.]
The thing wey dey pain pass be say everybody just dey judge us, dey put us for story like say our life be TV show. Na this kain talk dey fly for group chat, dey make people lose respect.
Na then I realize say this world na one kind campus romance novel.
I dey think—wetin be all these coincidences? E be like film wey director don write finish. Everybody dey act their part.
Morayo na the main babe, the campus queen. Sani na the cook’s son for her family, tough but always dey doubt himself, na him be main guy.
Sani, the quiet guy wey always dey humble, no dey talk too much, but na him Morayo spirit dey follow. He dey look her with that love wey dem dey write for Mills & Boon.
He dey crush on Morayo, dey follow her up and down, but no fit talk am.
Everybody for hostel dey notice, but nobody wan help am talk. Na Morayo dey always defend am if boys dey bully.
Until dem mistakenly sleep together, Morayo come hook, after plenty drama, dem finally end up together.
Na so story dey always end—two lovebirds wey their path cross by mistake, then dem go fight, cry, finally land together. Na regular Nollywood plot.
Me, I just be the other guy wey dem go use set up their love.
E pain, but true. For all these love stories, na always one guy go serve as lesson.
My own pain na fuel for their love—na me dey suffer, dem dey enjoy.
Her body and heart na only for main guy. Me just be stain for her story, dem go wipe me commot.
E be like say jazz dey control her, na only main guy her spirit dey answer.
No matter wetin I try, e be like say the thing dey pass my power. Her mind dey somewhere else.
As I dey look Morayo, she dey regret, dey beg make we try again, I just pretend say I don sleep.
I dey reason—wetin be my own for this matter? If she dey see another person for dream, make I no kill myself put.
Anybody wey wan be tool, make dem be tool. If she no be my own, I no want.
For my mind, I dey talk—Ayotunde, no be by force. Carry your L jeje, face your front.