Chapter 1: The Hug That Scatter Everywhere

The day my boyfriend lifted the championship trophy, one babe just waka enter the stage and hug am tight.

For that stadium wey full like Ojuelegba on a Friday, everywhere just scatter as the babe hug Seyi Akanji like say na her birthright. My chest con tight, but I gats hold face. All those media people dey snap, lights dey flash up and down. I just stand for backstage, dey watch as drama dey unfold. Some of our local fans dey wave Naija flag, others dey hail, but I just dey there like person wey dey look telenovela for Africa Magic.

For backstage, na so talk begin fly for my front:

[The main babe don finally show face! She go soon join Top Squad as their new star player and win the championship with the guy again!]

[Ahhhh 🔥😂, na wetin I dey pray for be this—a sharp babe from nowhere, the best player for the league, now dem go form power couple!]

[When Seyi Akanji go finally break up with that side chick? No be during off-season him switch team and dump am?]

[Abeg, na small money she get—wetin make she dey drag Seyi Akanji with the main babe?]

Their mouth no dey tire. If you hear how dem dey yarn, you go think say na Big Brother house dem dey, not e-sports championship. Person fit mistake all this noise for Yoruba mothers' meeting if e no know. I just bone, dey observe, even as my head dey hot.

After I just freeze for small, I call my assistant.

"Remove Seyi Akanji from starting lineup. We get any sharp jungler for second team? I go check am out."

"Yes, yes, we get."

My assistant Ngozi dey quick like that. She know say my mind dey reason another level. You gats act fast for this Lagos, make dem no use your head.