Chapter 2: Compound Gist

All this while, I dey think say Auwalu na pure and cold person—until plenty gist begin float for my front:

*'This supporting babe fine no be small, but she dey mumu. She keep the main guy for one year, still no sabi say him no be real steward.'*

*'No let this main guy dey form holy-holy with supporting babe deceive you; later, na all the bad bad things him go run with the main babe.'*

*'The main guy hide box full of the main babe picture under supporting babe bed o.'*

*'Na that kind life be this.'*

For this compound, talk dey fly faster than mosquito for rainy season. Sometimes, na even my own maid go bring am come my side, whisper am for my ear as if e be secret, but everywhere e don cast. I dey try form strong, pretend say e no dey pain me, but as gist full my head, e dey hard to sleep. Every day, new story—some say I dey fool myself, say my own steward get big secret wey I no sabi. Na so my mind begin shake.