Chapter 6: Everybody Dey Run Package
I hire person make e dey follow Mr. Adeyemi small time.
I call one area boy wey sabi every corner for Ikeja, promise am small change.
Na so I discover another secret about the old man.
Street no dey lie. My guy dey report every two days. Na so I hear gist wey scatter my brain.
Even my babe no sabi this one.
As I dey hear all this, I dey wonder how many people dey inside this triangle. The thing dey funny me and dey pain me at the same time.
Mr. Adeyemi dey keep side chick.
The old man dey run two show. Na only God know how e dey get power. E rent house for the babe, dey sponsor am like say na new wife.
He rent three-bedroom for one fine estate for the babe, anytime he get chance, na there he dey go hide.
Na rich people estate. Generator dey run 24/7. Babe dey enjoy life, dey post for Instagram. Mr. Adeyemi dey act like sugar daddy.
And the side chick too get her own plan—she dey run things with one personal trainer for the estate gym.
The babe no loyal. She dey flex with gym instructor. Money dey fly for hand, but na cruise she dey find.
Na wa o.
For this Lagos, if you hear person gist, you go fear.
This whole relationship wahala just tire me.
I just sit down, dey think. Na like soap opera. Everybody dey cheat on top another person.
From that old man, who know how many people dey inside this web?
If dem trace this matter, na only God know where e go end. E fit reach governor house sef.
As I think am, I just dey vex, knowing say me self na just one mumu for their game.
I no fit even vex well. Na like say na me be last fool. All of them dey play chess, me dey play ludo.
I begin gather evidence.
I start dey screenshot, dey save voice note, dey backup chat. I no fit shout. E get as e be.
Small small, I collect all their contacts.
I dey act like detective. I dey careful, dey track, dey mark everybody.
Few days later, my babe dey happy say she dey travel for master’s art exhibition.
She dey pack, dey dance, dey form say e go be great trip. I just dey look her.
I say I go follow her.
I drop am soft, dey watch her face. She shock, but try hide am.
She quick say no, say na school event with classmates, e no go make sense if I follow.
She dey dodge me. E dey clear for her body. She wan waka free.
I just dey laugh inside.
For outside, my face straight. But for mind, I dey roll. I don catch una.
Classmates? Na you and that old man dey go, abi?
She dey lie. I don see her pack all those fine fine pant, lace bra wey I never see before. Who she dey go impress?
She no know say I see the sexy lingerie wey she pack for bag.
I shake head. For my own house, na another person she dey plan impress. E go better.
Day before dem travel, I use new phone number wey I don prepare, send some texts to Mr. Adeyemi wife.
Na there the plan start. I get beta Yoruba line, beta insult. I send am sharp.
"Aunty, you sure say you sabi Adeyemi? You dey suffocate am. Na only me dey give am real happiness."
I dey pretend say I be side chick. Make e cause wahala small. For this Lagos, na small thing dey make big fire.
"You suppose thank me—na me dey make him life sweet."
I dey add pepper. Make madam vex. Make house scatter.
"All those birthday gifts wey he give you? Na the ones I no want I dash you~"
This one go pain madam. She go run am for family WhatsApp group. Trouble go land.
Sorry, original madam.
No vex. I dey save your soul. Na me be your helper this time.
But I dey help you. If not, one day, you go catch sickness you no even know where e come from.
Na all these old men dey carry wahala enter house. E go better make you open eye now.
Next day, my babe waka with suitcase, happy—only to return two hours later, face strong like stone.
As I see her come back, I just dey laugh inside. Na my small play cause am. This life sweet.