Chapter 10: Old Wahala Close File

Two minutes later, Musa call.

My phone ring, I see the caller ID. I dey reason say, "Wetin Musa want again?" I pause, then pick—make e no look like I dey run.

I pause, then pick.

His voice dey sharp. I dey wait for the next drama.

"Ifeanyi, wetin be your problem? You leave company, you just cut everybody off? I just wan ask small question—e reach like that? Make I tell you, try leave space for yourself. We fit jam again for future."

I dey look phone, dey laugh for my mind. See as he dey form elder, dey warn me about future, like say e get any impact for my tomorrow.

That their scolding tone—still dey do like say I be him small boy.

Even after all the work, all the insult, dem still want collect free labour. Na only for Naija you go see this kind thing. I just dey smile, dey wait make he finish.

"Manager Musa, abeg I no fit help. You know say the code get as e be—if wahala dey, na to check am line by line. I no fit diagnose am from far."

I drop am gently. No be quarrel, na fact. I dey reason my next move—new level, new beginning. As I cut call, I open window, breeze blow my curtain, sun dey shine—new chapter don start, old wahala close file.