Chapter 1: Ojuelegba Crush

I became obsessed with a piercing artist—one guy wey fine sotay e fit cause traffic for third mainland—wild, seductive, e get that bad boy package wey dey hard to resist.

Sometimes for Lagos, you go just jam person wey e be like say devil use all him fine finish am. Musa na that kind guy: him eyes dey sharp like say e dey see through your spirit, but e get that soft smile wey fit melt even agbero heart. My friends go talk say na devil hand dey there, but me I no fit escape am. My heart dey always beat anyhow anytime I near that shop for Ojuelegba side.

The third time I waka go meet am because my ear dey swell, na there I begin see some kind live comments for my front:

[See this babe, she dey form hard girl but her heart dey do tiri gbosa!]

[LOL, see as the babe dey fear, she go let her ear spoil instead of telling am say she like am.]

[That guy wey dey do piercing, e be like say him dey form hard guy, but for mind, e dey rush, just dey package face make e no scare the babe.]

Ehn? Na so e be?

The comments just dey do me like say my ancestors dey use megaphone for my head. I wan shame, but my body just dey betray me.

My palm dey sweat, my mouth dry like harmattan breeze. I start to stammer: "Erm, actually, I..."

"Hm?"

The guy just look me with those sharp, sexy eyes.

The way him eyebrow just raise small, na so I weak. I dey shake for leg, like moi-moi wey still dey raw—my leg dey tremble anyhow.

I freeze. "I want... tongue piercing."

[Ah, see as the babe gats liver suddenly.]

[Tongue piercing, this one dey hot oh.]

The guy just swallow, voice come deep and rough: "No wahala."

I fit hear the way him throat sound like say he dey swallow egusi soup. My whole body just dey vibrate.