Chapter 3: Lagos Investigation No Dey Sleep

Through all this, for my front, she dey act normal. We even dey plan marriage: bride price, which hotel, which wedding gown, where honeymoon—she no slip once.

You for see as she dey laugh, dey select lace, dey argue color of wedding cake, dey draw guest list with me like say na only me dey her mind. Even her mama dey call me "my son," dey tell me make I no forget drink for tradition.

Sleep no reach my eye all night. Next day, I tell my guy make e help me check that guy well.

You see that my guy? E no dey waste time. If him touch your matter, na all your ancestor Facebook post he go dig comot.

I remember my babe say the guy go soon marry, so I wan confirm.

I dey calculate for my mind, dey wonder if na real marriage or na just story for cover up.

That day, her work trip suppose end. She message me, say she still dey busy, no go fit reply much.

She form busy bee—"still on project, talk later"—but me, I don dey sense code.

By noon, I see her alt Facebook update: landscape photo, location show Millennium Park for Kaduna.

Na there I vex. She talk say dey inside office since morning, but her location dey show park, dey stroll like person wey dey enjoy breeze.

Na that time my guy message land.

Even for go-slow, my mind no calm—thoughts dey jam like danfo for Ojuelegba. Guy sharp, no dey waste time. As I see notification, my hand shake small. Time to know truth.

The guy sharp. In less than one day, he dig everything about the guy.

The way my guy dey move, e go fit work for DSS. I even fear say him go collect job from SSS one day.

The man dey work for big insurance company as agent.

He dey claim senior staff, but my guy confirm say na agent level e still dey. Na phone and shoe suffer pass.

His fiancée dey teach for children English lesson centre, local babe, still dey house, so dem never dey live together.

Her own page clean, pure babe, even church choir photo full her wall. My mind dey pain me for the girl.

My guy even get the guy phone number and WhatsApp for me.

As e send am, I just stare the contact. All this while, two of them dey run waka, dey sweet themselves, dey pretend for everybody.

So true, dem really wan marry. Two of them dey cheat. Perfect match.

See as life be! As I see the info, na only "chai" fit commot my mouth. Both of them dey run package, dey use other people head.

At this point, I just think say na the usual story—old classmates meet for reunion, old fire start again.

Nothing new under sun. Na so e dey always start—old padi, old flame.

The guy na proper bastard, but one thing still dey worry me: he sabi say my babe get boyfriend?

That one dey pain me pass. Na him I wan catch. She fit dey act single for him front.

Time to clear doubt.