Chapter 5: Suffer Head

But e get as e be, another person dey here.

I dey remind myself say na me be husband, but for this house, na only paper dey back me up. Oga wey get madam don come.

Me…

So he just hold himself, come give me one bad eye.

You know that kind eye wey dem dey give agbero for park? E nearly burn my body. I just swallow spit, dey act cool.

"Sewa, na this security your papa arrange for you? Why e no sabi behave?"

The disrespect choke, but wetin man go talk? E be like say I dey watch myself for film.

Sewa hear am, her eye flash vex as she look me: "Go stand for door, turn your back, no disturb us when we dey chop."

E shock me, but I still keep face. Na only strong mind fit survive Lagos woman wahala.

I no talk, just turn as she talk.

Inside my mind, pain dey bite me like pepper for eye. But for outside, na stone face I wear.

Sharp pain just waka for my body like thunder, my skin dey shake.

Na system dey punish me.

The thing dey pain like say mosquito dey dance for inside my blood. But I no fit cry.

I dey move slow, sweat dey full my body.

Even my singlet soak, but I bone face. As Naija man, suffer no dey show for face.

For back, I fit hear the man dey laugh small, dem dey gist, but everything dey far from me.

The gist dey enter my ear like radio with bad battery. I just dey form say I no dey hear.