Chapter 1: April Fool Wahala

April Fool’s Day, I receive message:

[Help me, I dey inside pot.]

No explanation, no gist—abeg, which kind dry prank be this?

As I see the message, I just hiss, shake my head. I dey think say, even for April Fool, this kain thing no too make sense. Which kain wahala person dey find for pot this early morning? I just bone am, grab some puff-puff, and head go class.

The way the puff-puff dey warm for my palm, you go think say na real Nigerian morning—hot breeze, small noise from generator for backyard, and one mama dey shout for corridor. My fingers dey oily, I dey lick am small small before I reach class. Na so I waka enter classroom, another message land:

[Now, I dey your belle.]

The way the thing land for my phone, I just pause small. My chest do one kind. But I just shake am off. April Fool, after all. Nothing dey this town wey person never see.