Chapter 12: Who Dey Wash Who?

Sunday Yaro for palace gate dey hold laugh till e jaw dey pain am.

Yaro mouth dey twitch, hand cover lip. Even guards outside dey hide smile. This kind drama na story for market tomorrow.

Chief Chinedu still smile.

Smile broad but empty. The one wey dey say, "I go survive this night by force." Eye narrow, voice steady, but tension dey for every muscle.

All him normal talk no dey work, but Chief Chinedu still fit smile, eye narrow, cold, sharp, like snake wey dey show tongue.

He tap finger for table, snake smile flash, go. The coldness dey for eye, a warning for those wey sabi read body language. But voice still soft, sweet like e dey sell market goods.

The smile flash, disappear. Musa Adigun just feel cold for back; before am again na gentle, humble Chief Chinedu.

Oba shudder, goosebumps rise for arm. The tension cut, but for that split second, he realize say power for palace dey shift quick, like traffic light for Lagos.

For this palace, who no sharp go chop breakfast for council.