Chapter 1: Honest Mouth, Bitter Marriage

I be honest person!

From small, everybody dey always talk say my own too much, say my mouth dey sharp like pepper wey never see oil, but na so I take dey breathe. Even when wahala reach my neck, na only truth dey sweet me for mouth—even if e dey pain. As God dey see am, my heart no get any bad plan.

Still, I land for the life of one correct womaniser!

Na so, when I look back, e be like say I waka enter wahala with clear eye. People warn me, but who dey hear word when love don blind person? I follow anyhow, like goat wey no sabi where e dey go, but the meat sweet for the end.

One year later—

Time just dey run like thief for market. The guy dey come house later and later, and the way e dey look me now, e just dey full of disrespect. Sometimes, e go just glance my side as if say I be wall gecko. The greeting self dey dry—if dem dey share respect, my own no even reach pure water sachet. And the love wey we yarn for wedding just dey fade like old Ankara. I dey reason am, but wetin person go do?

I hear am dey gist one person:

"Which kind ordinary woman go make me settle down? She no even reach."

The thing pain me for chest, like say ground wan swallow me. But I just lock up, pretend say I no hear. E pain, but I gather myself. Na true talk dem dey yarn, abi?

I just breathe out, long relief.

That sigh wey come out from my chest deep, e be like say dem remove load from my neck. Sometimes, na suffering self dey give person freedom. I close my eye, talk for mind, "Thank you, Baba God."

Na so? Better! At least I go get reason to ask for divorce!

My mind dey do jubilation, small small. Na Naija woman dey find excuse talk divorce? I sef never see before. But as e be, I no go carry last.

Na so e dey be for honest people—na other people matter dey always come first!

We honest people dey always put people for front, dey carry their wahala like say na our own. My friends dey always yarn me: "Morayo, you too soft!" Even my mama dey pray make I get sense, but love no dey hear prayer. But na so I be, I no fit change. But this time, I swear, I dey ready for my own matter.