Chapter 3: Guilt No Dey Let Me Rest

That night, sleep no gree me.

Mosquito dey sing for my ear, but na guilt dey bite me pass. I dey roll for bed, dey count ceiling fan blades. My mind dey replay the mistake kiss, her sister face, everything just dey rewind for my head.

The scene dey play for my mind like Africa Magic repeat—her face, her struggle, everything.

I try close my eye, but e no work. Instead, the scene just dey clearer. E be like say devil dey use remote dey press replay.

I turn for bed, insult myself. See as I dey think of that kind thing for this kind time?

I even dey talk for myself, "Tunde, you be mumu? Wetin carry you go dey remember that kind thing?" My conscience dey flog me.

I suppose dey reason how I go take face her next time, no be this kind rubbish.

I know say if I see her for corridor again, my eye no go fit meet her own. Na serious wahala.

The main thing be say, my babe must never hear. She love her sister pass anything. If she find out say I kiss her sister—even if na mistake—breakup sure.

Her family dey close. Dem dey do everything together. If this kain secret come out, na serious village meeting.

Luckily, her sister never show face for some days now. From my babe side, e be like say dem never yarn anything serious.

Anytime my babe dey call her sister, na normal gist. Nobody mention anything about that day. My mind rest small.

As long as nobody talk am, e fit just pass like that.

I come relax small.

I no go lie, I thank God for small mercies. I dey even plan how I go double-check every time before I kiss anybody for this house.

I see her sister a few times after. She dey act normal, like say nothing happen.

She dey smile greet me for corridor, dey gist normal. Sometimes I wonder if na me just dey overthink am.

Na better thing. Na mistake, and na my fault. The fact say she fit forgive me na blessing already.

I dey thank my village people say dem no use me do example.