Chapter 7: Respect Wey No Sweet
I act surprise, ask why she come back quick.
I open mouth, dey form innocent. "Babe, you don forget something? Wetin happen?"
She just para, "No even ask me. I no dey go again."
Her face squeeze, she no wan talk. I just dey nod head, dey act like say I no get clue.
She run enter room go vex.
She slam door, lock am. For that moment, I wan laugh scatter, but I hold am.
I just dey laugh for mind.
Inside me, na full stadium dey cheer me. My plan work.
My plan last night work well.
The way wahala scatter, even me surprise. Mr. Adeyemi house don turn fire.
Those small messages I send, e don scatter Mr. Adeyemi house.
Na so I hear say fight dey for the man house. Madam no gree. E nearly turn police case.
Mr. Adeyemi father-in-law no be small man—na through him connect he enter university.
If dem sack am, e no go get where to run. All the respect, all the awards, e fit vanish overnight.
So I reason say, all these years, the man just dey under wife and her family, dey gather vex. Now wey he don get level, na so he dey misbehave.
I dey look all these people wey dey use power misbehave. Na wahala for this country.
Advice for all rich girls: marry your level. No dey try lift person up, else na ungrateful wolf you go get.
If you like, carry man from gutter, train am finish, if e wicked, e go still show you pepper. Shine your eye.
After my move, my babe and the old man just cool down, dey rush house early every day.
Dem dey fear, dey act like say nothing happen. Everybody dey tiptoe.
One day, I spy my babe dey throw tantrum for the old man.
I tap her phone record one day, I hear her dey vex for call. She dey shout for the man head.
"Oga, why you dey fear her? She no know say she don old, ugly, boring? She still get mouth dey control you? I wan ask am face to face—na because you be madam make you dey do shakara?"
See wahala. She dey drag with original wife. No shame. Na my babe dey run this kind mouth for another woman.
See this one!
I shake head. My babe never know say e get levels for this game.
You no even know if you be number four or five for the man side, you dey drag with original wife? Who you be?
This life get levels. Side chick dey drag position wey no reach her.
Saturday morning, 7:30, my babe parents call, say make I rush park come pick them.
Weekend never reach, her family don dey ring my phone. Na me be their Uber. I just dey manage.
Since I buy house, her papa, mama, brother, wife, pikin dey come city every time—and na my house dem dey stay.
I dey run errand for all of them. They dey eat my food, drink my wine. I dey carry their matter for head.
No be only that, I go drive them, show them city, carry their pikin, and pay for everything.
Me, the family driver, the ATM, the tour guide. If I talk, dem go say I dey wicked.
Before, for my babe sake, I dey manage.
I dey take am like family duty. But now, after all I see, e just dey pain me more.
Now, na only curse remain for my mouth.
If no be say I dey hold myself, I for don burst. My mind no fit take am again.
But e never reach time to burst everything open.
I dey wait for right time. I no wan spoil show. When I ready, na one blow e go be.
For park, dem all enter my car like say na their own.
Dem load bag full boot, even carry cooler of jollof rice. Dem just dey load bag, dey form boss. I dey watch dem, dey count my own pain.
Her papa just talk, "My son, na you dey always pick us. You dey try well well."
He try form humble, but I sabi say e no mean am. All of them dey chop my money.
I just lift eyebrow.
I look am, just smile small. Na today papa dey respect me?
Na today—her papa dey respect me? Make dem enjoy. E never reach time for my own show.