Chapter 1: Wahala Land for Palace

The woman wey land for this world announce her plan loud—she go win the Oba heart for first half of the year, then use the second half collect my Olori position. After that, every night, na her go dey follow Oba sleep.

For Naija, gist like this dey fly for palace like harmattan dust. People go dey calculate, dey observe, dey whisper for corner, every little move dey important. E no easy to chase throne, especially if you dey enter from outside, but this woman get mind, her own plan set like Sunday rice.

When I hear am, worry just catch me. I quickly send Morayo a coded note under her door: [How about tonight? I fit send am come your side. But e dey snore well well—abeg manage am.]

As I send the note, my hand dey shake small, but I still add small winks for the end, make she know say me sef no dey fear. For this Naija palace, na strong mind dey rule matter.