Chapter 4: No System, No Escape

I try call the system for my mind.

As I dey panic, na so I dey whisper for my mind, "System! Oya, help your girl!" but only echo dey answer.

But no matter how I shout, nothing answer me.

I even try sing small song wey dey wake system before—nothing. The place dry like Mama Nkechi shop after Sallah.

Truth be say, since I fake my death three years ago, the system just vanish, e never show face again.

Like NEPA for rainy season—once light go, hope just hang for air.

But I still dey hope small.

Na true say hope na last thing wey dey die, but this one don thin like old wrapper.

Stupid system.

No be you talk say after I finish the story, you go give me peace and enjoyment till I old?

My mind dey vex, "You promise me enjoyment, now see as I dey look machete for face!"

So na three years enjoyment before death be peace?

If na so, abeg, make person return my hustle. Wetin be all this?

Femi just dey watch me dey panic, e dey enjoy am, then e raise hand give signal.

As he raise hand, na so the room calm—everybody dey wait him order like soldiers for parade ground.

“Carry my sister go keke. Time to go back palace.”

For palace, keke na serious insult—no be carriage, no be Benz. My mind just break small.

I… no get choice.

I fit cry, but tears no even gree come. Na so I carry myself like goat follow them enter night.