Chapter 5: Reality Show Drama

We reach set bus stop, as I come down, camera don dey roll. Crew dey everywhere—dem no dey ever tire for Lagos.

As we enter, people dey sip zobo, some dey chew gala, gist dey flow. Somebody dey hail Seyi like say e win election.

The show na “Come Date Me.” Naija dey watch am—four guys, four babes, live show, no editing, no filter for wahala.

All of us go dey live together for three days, two nights. Camera everywhere—even for kitchen.

Director shout, "Sound! Camera! Action!" in pidgin before drama start. He face Seyi Makinde: "Abeg, na true say you and Little Princess go public last night?"

Seyi Makinde dey blush like secondary school girl. "Uh… Una go soon know now~" Guy dey form humility, but e dey sweet am.

Director no gree, press am: "So, Seyi, wetin really happen last night? Na true say Little Princess dey show off una love with that midnight post?"

Seyi Makinde stamp leg, dey act vex. Na Oscar dem suppose give this guy.

"Na she insist say she wan bring dog make e dey with me for show. I talk no, so she come carry the dog run when I dey work."

I just dey watch Seyi Makinde dey act, no even shame, dey lie for camera. My mouth dey pain me, but I no fit hold back.

"But you talk for interview before say dog bite you when you small, say you no fit keep dog now?" I raise eyebrow, dey look director.