Chapter 4: Fear, Apologies, and Locked Doors
The snake tail come dey wag more.
E tongue dey flick fast.
Fear catch me, I just fling am for ground. Chai! Sorry o, I no mean am! My heart nearly jump commot my mouth.
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA—]
[Give up, the guy don suffer, he no fit even feed himself.]
[The babe too cute, na reward be this for am.]
[Kai! This babe don craze]
[Nne, run for your life!]
Suddenly, bullet comments full everywhere.
All of them dey talk the same thing.
Who be this “he”? I dey wonder if na Tunde or the snake dem dey refer to.
Na the snake?
The snake pick itself up, use those black eyes look me like say e wan chop me—
Then, e tail just flick, e crawl go another side, far from me.
Like say e dey vex. The snake curl for corner, e head low, e look away.
I worry say I fit injure am as I throw am, so I go find Tunde make he give me glass tank for the snake. My mind dey run: if the snake get wound, na me go explain for Tunde hand.
Knock knock knock—
I knock for his door.
Door lock well, no answer.
Strange.
Tunde no dey lock him door. He dey always leave am small open, so anytime I pass, I dey see am dey change—he go just dey shout “bad girl,” “shameless.” E be like say him wan catch me peep one day.
[Sly guy, dey leave door open every day just to tempt the babe.]
[Babe, no fall! I dey warn you, he dey dangerous now. Push door enter!]
[Yes o, guy dey suffer now, you need help am.]
[Omo, wahala dey o!]
Dangerous? Suffering?
He need my help?
I confuse.