Chapter 5: The Stream and The Call-Out

I vex. I open stream for hostel, even put camera for my hand as I dey play keyboard and mouse.

Na so I set ring light, adjust webcam, dey show my hands dey fly for mouse and keyboard. I even call Musa make e help record from back angle.

Maybe because that video blow, my stream gather crowd fast.

Within fifteen minutes, na almost 3k viewers dey inside. Chat dey move like traffic for Ikeja.

But chat full with people dey shout say I dey cheat.

"Guy, who dey coach you for back?"

"See the way e dey move."

"Abeg, una arrange this one."

I just ignore, focus on the game.

I lower headset, increase game sound. My mind na steel, nothing fit shake me. For me, e be like I dey do JAMB practical.

For Wild Maze City map, I dey offense. During prep, I pick smoke grenade, line up spot for wall.

I look minimap, check timer, steady hand. That Wild Maze City na map wey require small IQ and plenty timing.

As round start, I jump-throw smoke with left click.

Na perfect bounce. I hear viewers dey shout, "See calculation!"

The smoke block mid VIP line sharp, defenders no fit get info.

Na so their sniper dey confused. I dey hear dem for proximity chat dey curse. "Who throw that smoke?"

I use the space rush reach sandbags for mid-long, tell teammate to smoke archway, then self-flash, burst enter B short.

I ping, "Oya, smoke arch!" Musa reply, "No fit, abeg do am." I flash myself, burst enter, ready for wahala.

I kill the defender wey dey close, then finish another wey hide for B site.

The first guy no even turn, headshot. Second one try prone—gbam, headshot. My heart dey race, but hand steady.

We collect B site clean.

I plant, dey watch flank. My teammate dey hype me for mic, "Jide, na you be GOAT!"

As we dey wait for retake, I hold supermarket, cut enemy rotation.

I see two shadow for glass, quick adjust crosshair. E no reach two seconds, spray transfer—dem drop.

With one smooth spray transfer, I clear all—another ace.

I dey hear my own voice for stream echo, "E choke!" Chat dey mad, people dey drop fire emoji.

End of round, na me be MVP.

My face dey shine for scoreboard. I sip my chilled Fanta, smile small.

Bullet comments just dey fly:

[This guy dey play true, abeg.]

[Abeg, na juju be this!]

[All na arrangement, una dey fall for am?]

[This one don chop winch rice.]

[Una no know say cheat dey for utility throw now?]

[This guy 100% dey cheat, case close.]

I see one drop: "Na village people dey control am, I swear."

I just hiss, continue dey climb.

For my mind, I dey say, "If dem like, make dem carry prophet come analyze my gameplay."

After one day play, I waka reach A+ rank like sachet water for gutter—just dey go where breeze carry am.

No stress. My wrist dey pain me, but my smile wide. Even café owner snap picture with me.

But chat still full of haters.

No matter how I try, dem no wan gree. Some dey even call me for phone, dey ask for my settings.

That Big Baba Kudi start dey mock me pass before, say e don report me give devs.

Na so dem dey tag my account everywhere. My follower count dey increase, but so also the hate. I dey use am catch cruise.

My account quick quick get ban.

Just like that. I open game, see notification: "Your account has been suspended for suspicious activity." My body cold. I dey vex, but I gats prove myself.

"Somebody go tell that 269 guy for him stream."

Dem dey drop my tag everywhere. Even my secondary school group dey talk am.

"If e wan prove himself, make e come meet me offline."

Baba Kudi dey flex for stream, dey brag say nobody fit beat am for LAN.

"If e fit prove say e legit, I go pay him transport, dash am extra 100,000 naira."

As I see money, my eye shine. Even my mama go support this one.