Chapter 1: My Secret Bed for Love

I made a special bed for my small face-me-I-face-you room near Wadata market. This bed get one secret compartment wey I fit hide inside, and nobody go sabi.

Every night, as darkness dey enter, my Morayo—my heart, my wahala—go come stretch body on top me every night.

Sometimes, as I dey inside there dey listen, I dey feel like spirit wey nobody fit see. My chest go dey rise small, heart dey beat kpom-kpom for the kind wahala wey I dey do. I press my chest small—make e no burst. For Makurdi, who go ever suspect say Ifedike, ordinary furniture man, fit dey hide for inside ordinary bed because of love? Ehn, Naija love get levels o!