Chapter 1: Midnight Arrival

Getting off the plane at midnight, I messaged my brother:

[You don sleep, bro? Abeg come carry me for airport.]

As soon as I sent that message, I no even bother to check my makeup. Na travel wahala face I dey wear. Naija airport air just dry, breeze dey slap person anyhow. I feel that old airport smell—kerosene, sweat, new arrival excitement—e dey mix together for nose. Mosquitoes dey hum for corner, and one agbero dey shout for distance.

He replied with a voice note, sounding unserious:

[Which small sister be this one?]

[Send your picture make I see!]

I just taya, so I quickly did video call:

[Tomorrow I go ask Mummy and Daddy how many sisters you dey find!]

My brother face change sharp-sharp, he begin beg:

[No vex, abeg no tell Mummy and Daddy!]

[I go send my finest and most well-behaved guy to come carry you!]

The way my brother dey try beg for video call, e funny me. If to say I dey close, I for don use throw pillow hit am. For our house, once Mummy hear say person dey misbehave, na prayer meeting go start. My brother no wan hear that kind wahala at all. The small fear for him face sweet me, I almost laugh loud.

Later, that my brother's so-called well-behaved guy bully me behind my back so tey I cry!