Chapter 2: Deja Vu and Destiny

"Okechukwu, you feel say make I do that bead runz?"

Na the same voice wey I sabi well well dey my ear. This time, the question land like slap. I turn see Okechukwu dey my side, e dey stretch as if sleep never clear from e eyes. For hostel, people dey waka up and down, but e face dey focused on me, like say my answer go change e destiny.

Okechukwu dey beside me, dey piss, dey look me with one kain eye—envy full him face, make e be say na jealousy. Him hand dey hold one small flyer wey e comot for hostel bathroom wall: "Bead Implant Surgery—Best for men wey wan upgrade."

E hold am as if na sacred text. E even dey try hide am so that other boys no go see. For hostel, na so so craze you go see for bathroom wall, but na this one hook Okechukwu.

My body just shake, and the pain for down there never still go. E be like say the thing never clear from my last life. I touch myself small, na fear grip me. My mind dey run like generator wey choke for fuel.

Sunmi call me again:

"Okechukwu, I wan finally see my online babe. She na correct rich madam o. She dey post more than twelve big cars for her WhatsApp status, all dey park for her mansion for Maitama. Okechukwu, abeg follow me go do this bead runz."

As I hear am, e be like say I don live this life before. My hand begin shake, sweat dey my palm. I dey hear e voice, but my mind dey replay old wound.

E get as e be. The way Sunmi voice take shake, you go think say na audition e dey do for Nollywood. My spirit no just gree. Na deja vu. My heart dey beat like ogene drum for village festival.

Because for my last life, na so e take happen. If I fit remember everything like this, wetin I go use do am?