Chapter 6: Death Under the Bed

This move risky sha. Because I no know who go show. E fit be Auwalu, e fit be Morayo herself, or even her uncle or aunty. But I know say Morayo work no dey allow her run come house anyhow. So chance dey say she go send Auwalu.

Kpa— Door open. Na young man enter. See luck. I dey peep am from wardrobe, anger dey boil for my belle. I carry hanger, tiptoe follow am enter kitchen. As he dey check stove, I just use hanger wrap him neck from back.

“Go die!” “Morayo na my own!”

I shout for am. I no even know how long I hold am before him body stop to dey struggle. I collapse for ground, dey shake, strength don finish. I don kill person—because of the woman wey I love pass anything. Blood stain my hand, cold like morning dew.

I try arrange everywhere make e look normal, then push Auwalu dead body enter under the bed. I talk say tomorrow, when I get time, I go cut the body. But as I do am so, I go need lie on top dead body, squeeze myself enter mattress cavity again. To spend night on top corpse dey make me wan vomit, body dey fear me. But as I remember say Morayo go come lie on top me alone, nothing else matter again.

Na so fear mix with excitement. My hand dey tremble, heart dey beat like bata drum. As I dey push the body, e heavy like log of wood. I dey whisper, 'Baba God, forgive me.' But the thought say Morayo go rest on top me alone again, dey give me small joy, even as my stomach dey twist. Na real wahala I don carry myself enter.