Chapter 7: Wahala Dey!
By nine in the morning, I still dey half sleep when Halima call sharply.
My alarm never even ring finish, Halima dey knock my head, dey shake me like generator wey no gree start.
I answer groggy, "Wetin happen?"
My voice dey croak like frog, but Halima no send.
Halima voice dey shake.
She dey panic, dey breathe fast. If person see her face, dem go think say fire dey house.
"Wahala dey, wahala dey, wahala dey!"
My sleep fly, I sit up. For Naija, once person shout "wahala dey" three times, you go know say serious matter land!
I grab wrapper, heart dey pound—wetin fit happen for this early momo?
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