Chapter 4: Why Me?

The old man vex, fling my hand. "Kai! You stubborn like goat!"

E push me small, na that kain anger wey old people dey get when small pikin no gree hear word. Him eye red, face squeeze like person wey chop sour mango.

"If you no get mirror, at least gutter dey, abi?"

He point one dirty gutter for road. "Go check your face well. E no dey your eye say wahala dey come?"

"Go look yourself well. Wetin make you think say fine woman go just follow you?"

E talk am like riddle, but for my mind e clear. No be everyday Okrika man dey see original designer cloth.

I wan talk back, but the thing choke me. No words come out.

I just dey look am, my throat dry. Na only spit I fit swallow. I reason say, this man don get point small. Why I no even think am before?

Na true him talk.

Wetin I carry? I no fine, I no get car wey AC dey work well. Even my last customer dash me N200—who I be wey fine woman go dey notice? The kain babe wey I see last night, e fit pay my one year rent.

I no fine, I no get money.

Even my shoe na aboki patch am last week. My shirt tear for armpit, but I still dey manage am. Na only God dey keep me.

I don follow woman before, but last night own—she too set for my level. Person like her no suppose reason me at all.

I dey remember last time woman wey resemble her enter my cab, e collect my number, but na fake number she give me. This one even follow me bush. E no add up at all.