Chapter 5: Reflections on Love and Sickness

Wetin these two show me that day open my eye well.

E remind me say for this Nigeria, no sickness small, no relationship wahala be joke. Doctor work pass book—na human wahala you dey manage, plus the secrets wey fit break or build person life. That night, as I lie for bed, their wahala dey echo my ear—reminding me say, for this Naija, love and sickness dey twist like suya for fire.