Chapter 1: Fall from Grace

I be prince for Garba Kingdom.

Everybody for the palace sabi say my mouth no get filter, pride dey my body like say na crown join my head from birth. I go waka for palace like peacock, chin high, nor dey greet anybody. For my most glorious year, I disgrace the Chief Steward, Musa Lawal, in front of all the elders and servants. I step on am as e dey for ground, laugh am say e no fit enjoy woman, my voice carry well like thunder, everybody just dey look ground, dem nor fit talk. I even use my royal staff tap am for back, just to pepper am more.

But when I lose power, na Musa Lawal come dey use me anyhow, until my mind and body break finish. The way e dey carry himself, e nor even dey look me for face again, like say I be ordinary market boy, not the prince wey I be before.

"Even if this servant no get that thing, I get plenty ways to make Your Highness happy." Musa Lawal voice soft, e dey twist for air like harmattan breeze. Sometimes, e go just smile small, lips tight, eyes dey shine like say e sabi something wey I no know.

"So what if I be eunuch? Enjoyment still dey for person like me." E talk am with confidence, as if na big secret e hold for hand. The man nor even dey look shame for eye.