Chapter 5: City Dreams and No Turning Back

As e suppose be, me and Ibrahim suppose dey prepare for wedding and marriage.

For my last life, na me run all the arrangement.

This time, I no do anything, na Ibrahim even come ask:

"We no suppose start to prepare for our wedding?"

"I don submit application. After the celebration, we go city go do marriage certificate."

For my last life, I dey always happy to talk about this before wedding.

But now, I just quiet.

As he see say I no answer, he look me with confusion.

Him voice come soft small:

"Our papa and mama no dey again. I go tell village chief make him be witness for us tomorrow, you gree?"

"And those wedding pictures wey you always want—tomorrow we go city go snap am together."

For my last life, I no get wedding pictures, na the thing wey pain me till I die.

As he talk, I just dey look my palm, the lines wey don rough from work. My mind dey far, I dey reason, "Ngozi, this na your second chance. No fall your hand." For window, early morning sun just dey break, scatter gold for my wall. I whisper inside, "Who follow goat enter market go smell yansh."

But this time, I no go be goat.

I hold my chest, swear for my spirit: This time, na my own happiness I go chase—no man, no wahala, no turning back.