Chapter 3: Bullet Comments and Lessons

After Tunde comot,

Na only me and the snake remain, dey look each other.

Apart from the tail wey just dey rub me, e dey behave well. E no even try bite, e just dey curl small small.

“Why you dey rub me like that…”

I just dey mumble. Na so my voice low, if mosquito dey for the room, e go even shout pass me.

The snake just dey look.

But na that time, one line just show for my front:

[Because e wan teach you lesson.]

Teach me lesson? Wetin that one mean? I dey look left and right, wonder whether spirit dey talk to me.

Another one show: [Babe, touch where e dey rub you na, surprise go show.]

Wetin be all this? My heart just dey skip like generator wey no wan start. But curiosity dey push me.

I no really understand, but curiosity catch me. I use my finger touch the place where the snake tail dey rub.

At the same time—

For Tunde room.

“Mm…”

Room dark, he just sit for carpet near bed.

Singlet open, down part just dey cover anyhow…

“Chai.”

Him face red like tomato. Na so I dey remember the way my grandma dey shout 'tomato face' for person wey dey shy.

Breath dey heavy.

“You no dey fear snake?”

“Why you dey touch yourself?”

Touching na one thing.

But no let am enjoy am—na another. Even the fan for ceiling no fit cool the heat for that room.