Chapter 2: Lagos Party, Gbas Gbos, and Betrayal

DJ dey play Burna Boy, small chops dey pass, and the air smell of fried puff-puff and perfume. I don dey Akinwale’s canary for three years now.

Three years no be beans, especially for Lagos wey everybody dey count relationship for month. To stay loyal for person wey get plenty eyes on am, na only God dey help. People dey look us, dey wait make e scatter, but I dey hold my lane.

The guy fine, get money, sabi work, and e dey treat me well. Na only one rule e get—make I no dey act kiss scene.

That kain rule no too strange if you think am well. Some Naija men dey get jealousy for that kind acting work, especially when their babe dey everywhere for screen. But the way Akinwale talk am that time, e still dey my ear: "I trust you, but no let any man dey hold you for film. E go pain me."

Because of this one, I lose some acting jobs and people dey call me fake and proud.

The industry wahala no be here—everybody dey find fault. Person go dey call you proud, say you dey form holy holy, all because you dey respect person for house. My phone no dey stop that time; directors dey para say I dey refuse role, small blogs dey use my name catch traffic.

But e no concern me.

I get my own peace of mind. At least my house dey cool, my conscience dey clear. Some people go talk say I dey mumu myself, but na dem sabi.

I dey always comport myself, I no ever give am wahala.

I dey try dey gentle—no noise, no too much complain. My motto be say, "no give man reason to vex." Even when wahala dey for set, I dey swallow am for chest, go house dey smile like say nothing happen.

I just no expect say the first time wey wahala go show, e go loud like this.

Who go believe say na one small outing go scatter everywhere? I just dey reason am, dey shake head for my own hand. If dem tell me before say na slap matter go burst, I for just sit my house dey chop Indomie.

I knack that babe wey him dey cherish like first love, wey just come back from UK, better slap.

Na the slap self, na im sweet me pass. Sometimes, na only slap fit cure bad mouth. All those people wey dey form abroad return, dey carry shoulder like say na them create Lagos. I no regret am, at least dem know say I dey alive.