Chapter 8: Nollywood Scene

As I no hug my sleep companion doll, sleep no even come well. For class, I dey yawn anyhow. When class finish, journalism club get meeting. As Humanities student, dem give me special task: go interview Finance department.

I dey drag leg go class, dey curse small sleep wey no come. For campus, everybody dey waka like snail, dey chase assignment. I just dey hope make I no jam Zainab or Musa for corridor.

Who be the interviewee? Na Musa Ifedolapo.

I waka go Finance building. Person tell me say e dey advisor office.

As I reach, office empty. I hear voice for corridor, I follow the sound.

As I turn enter emergency stairwell, na so I freeze for where I stand.

Na pure Nollywood scene. Zainab stand tiptoe, hand for Musa Ifedolapo shoulder, head up. From my angle, e look like dem dey kiss.

My mind just blank. My throat dry. I stand for door, dey fight tears. But my face still dey strong—Naija babe no dey show weakness for public. I remember all those Yoruba film where girl catch her guy red-handed. E dey pain but I dey form hard.

Suddenly, Zainab open eye, see me, come raise eyebrow like say na me she dey show.

My hand just squeeze tight. E good. E good. E good. Men wey dey two-time.

I turn waka go, vex full my mind. I no even see as Zainab fall for ground as Musa Ifedolapo push am away, embarrassment full her face.

If na street, e for make mouth say na cruise, but for her face, shame full ground.