Chapter 1: The Breaker's Road

When I dey drive big trucks, na me dey always lead for breaking new roads—wetin we dey call 'breaking evil road' or 'clearing wahala way' for our work. E mean say na me go first pass for any bad stretch, break through bad luck or evil, so others go fit follow. After I don pass, other trucks go get mind to drive that road, and dem go dash me plenty chop money as thank you.

For our side, nobody wan carry wahala first—na why if you see me for steering, people dey hail me, dey call me "Breaker." No be joke. Many drivers dey fear night road, especially that kind Benin-Ore stretch, but me, I dey always press horn, run front, even when juju stories full the air. After the run, for park, dem go gather dey give me orisirisi; one person go drop a thousand, another go bring cartons of malt, dem go even call me say, "Oga, come chop suya for my head." Na so e be. Street respect, you no dey buy am for market.

People dey always ask me, "You don ever see any strange thing when you dey break through evil?" I go think am, then reply, "No too much, na just people wey dey stop motor for night—sometimes na scammer wey go lie down for road dey pretend say car jam am, sometimes na the same village go show for road more than once..."

But if I wan talk true, the kind things wey eye don see, e pass wetin mouth fit explain. Sometimes, you go feel cold for inside heat, or you go see pikin wey suppose dey sleep for house dey run for bush. But na only small stories I dey tell people, because if you talk everything, dem go say na beer dey worry you. Even me, sometimes I dey pray make I no remember wetin I see, so sleep fit hold me for night.