Chapter 7: Chilling Consequences

That night, Morayo return. Thank God o, I clean everywhere well, she no notice anything. I dey lie on top Auwalu dead body, dey feel him cold skin, dey wait for Morayo. Finally, as Morayo come press body for my own, sink into me, I happy reach the point wey tears commot for my eye. She dey roll, dey move on top me.

“Everything don return back to normal,” I reason.

But truth be say, some things don change. Because now, na on top dead body I dey lie. The cold lips dey touch my neck like say e dey kiss me, body dey catch me fear. I dey feel the dead man cold, as if spirit dey press my back. But once I dispose Auwalu body tomorrow, Morayo go be my own again.

But wahala burst that moment. Next day, I no fit open the switch wey dey end of the bed. And Morayo no even go work again. I just dey stuck inside bed—with corpse.

The cold from the dead body dey soak my back, like when harmattan enter person house for December. My mind dey run, 'Chai! Wetin I go do now?' Even as Morayo dey sleep, I dey pray say she no go notice anything, make smell no betray me. But Naija woman get sense—if I no sharp, my own fit spoil. Night long pass usual, mosquito dey hum for corner, and every small movement dey make me fear more.