Chapter 2: Heartbreak and Sister Wahala

Half month pass, I just dey waka about.

I dey waka up and down like person wey miss her way for Balogun market. My body just dey dull.

I no even touch my drawing tablet.

My creative juice dry. Pencil nor even sweet me again.

Sometimes when my hand dey itch to play, I go remember my fresh ex-boyfriend, my chest go just empty, so I no log in.

Once I touch the mouse, na him memory go rush me. I go just sigh, drop everything.

If I see meme wey make me laugh, I wan share am, I go remember say the pinned chat don miss, my heart go pain me small.

Sometimes I go even screenshot, forget say nobody to send am. Na so heartbreak dey humble Naija babe.

Na so online relationship be. Once you leave game and chat app, both of una just disappear inside crowd.

Na real talk. For this Lagos, even if person dey your area, e fit be total stranger once app cut off.

If we see each other for road, we fit no even recognize.

I imagine two of us dey queue for BRT, no sabi say na we be ex.

Sometimes, for midnight when I miss am, I dey think to add am back.

You know that kain 2am weakness. But I just dey hold myself—pride nor gree me.

But when I remember all the lie wey dey between us, I just give up.

I go just whisper, "No go dey disgrace yourself, abeg."

Relationship wey no real, no get future.

E hard, but I dey try teach myself better lesson. Na so I dey motivate myself like YouTube coach.

Better make I just cut my loss.

I pour myself garri, add two cubes of sugar, dey sip small small. Life go better.

Outside, rain just dey threaten, breeze cold like AC.

Out of nowhere, my big sis wey dey always busy reach out.

As I see her call, I shock—na big celeb she be for Jos. Today na my lucky day?

She don dey shoot film for Jos for half year, finally come house.

Her skin don fresh—Jos cold dey treat people well. She carry plenty gist.

"Keke, abeg, borrow me your game account."

As she dey use that sweet sister voice, I know say wahala dey come.

I answer her without energy, "For wetin?"

I no even look her face, just dey scroll my phone.

Tani Niyi dey arrange her hair, dey make sure e fine well. (She like to use 'imported' nickname for in-game, say e make am global.)

She dey use my big mirror—makeup, wig, everything. Na slay queen.

"Game event dey tomorrow. Your account get almost all the skins, abi?"

She dey eye my phone like say e na treasure chest. I fit see the hunger for her eye.

"Abeg, let me use am."

I wan refuse, but my energy low. "No wahala, big madam. If you spoil my stats, I go report you give mummy!"

"I wan show Shen Nian pepper for the event."

As she mention Shen Nian, I just raise eyebrow. Wahala go sup!

Shen Nian—my sister's main rival for entertainment industry.

That one sabi form level—every red carpet, na war. I even dey fear their beef sometimes.

Anywhere dem go, na competition. From big big jewelry to red carpet gown, na who go shine pass.

I remember one time, dem almost fight for award show—na security stop am.

Now, the fight don enter game.

Even for video game, dem dey compete. Na only Naija you go see this kain rivalry.

My sister whisper: "I still get muted for trash talk some days ago."

She dey confess low, so mama no go hear. I just laugh inside.

"If Shen Nian know, she no go let me rest."

That one go drag am for group chat—wahala sure!

......

I just weak.

E don tire me. This my sister sabi wahala.

I know my sister well—she fit use voice changer curse teammates till dem quit game.

No be today she start. Dem even report am once for Discord group.

No wonder dem mute am.

Who go blame them? Her mouth sharp like razor blade.

I wave her off: "Carry am go."

Abeg, make she do her worst.

I never log in for weeks.

My mouse dey collect dust. My in-game farm don spoil.

Big Tiger Palm fit don delete me from friend list by now.

That one na sharp guy. If na me, I go delete myself too.

That time, I pester am before he gree add me.

I remember how I beg, send him plenty stickers—if to say e be real life, I for buy him gala.

After I just dump am, he go delete me sharp.

No time for long story. Na so boys dey do.

Sha pity for our couple tag.

I just dey imagine all the moments wey the tag dey show for lobby.

I use plenty flowers level am reach 52.

Na my hard-earned recharge. That flower, e pain me pass breakup.

But now, as I dey watch screen, I dey wonder—who really get who for this game?