Chapter 1: Wahala for the Babe Wey Trust Man

The person wey help me carry go one party, na so I land for serious wahala with him so-called 'white moonlight'—that babe wey him dey carry for mind since, the one wey him dey cherish like first love, always dey his mind.

As I dey think am, the wahala no be small. Sometimes, person go just follow who e trust, next thing na big problem you go land. The kain way e happen self, you go know say this Lagos life no be beans. Party wey suppose sweet, na so e turn my story upside down, all because of that babe wey dey his mind like old school crush.

He just pull me away from all the gbas gbos like say na him get right to decide for me.

I no even get chance to adjust my cloth, na so e just pull me away like say na small pikin. My mind dey boil, but I gats hold myself. All those people dey look, gossip go start, but make dem dey talk. Na so this life be.

My hair scatter, I bone face look am. “So na her side you dey follow.”

As I bone, my eye full ground. I no even get strength to talk too much. My heart dey shake, but my voice dey strong. E remain small make I burst cry, but pride hold me.

He no talk anything.

Na him usual style—man of few words. E go just stand dey form hard guy, like say silence go solve the matter. But me, I sabi read body language. The way him face hard, I know say e no wan yarn. But make e dey there.

I pause, look the ring for my hand. I remember the day he put am for my finger, promise me say e go last. My hand dey tremble as I remove am, but I still throw am for him face. “Na me dey break up with you.”

That ring wey I cherish, na so I fling am, my mind dey clear. I talk am loud make everybody hear: "Na me dey break up with you." If wahala wan reach, make e reach finish.