Rejected Nine Times by the Boy I Loved
Chapter 4: Kunle Musa and Old Friendship
"Tsk, nawa o."
Kunle Musa voice come from next compound.
That boy sabi gossip pass market woman. But him get good heart.
He just lean for pavilion pillar, lazy.
With him one hand for pocket, the other dey play with key holder.
As I look am, he just smile.
His smile na that kind one wey fit ginger your spirit even if you dey sad.
"No let am pain you. Na just man—so you dey feel am like that?"
E talk am like joke, but I fit see say e care.
Suddenly, I remember say for my last life, Kunle Musa no last.
Sharp pain grip me for chest. This life na really vanity.
He die at thirty. I remember how we dey share chin chin for break time—life no fair.
Nobody see am coming. Just sickness, small fever. Next thing, burial for our street.
Meaning, na only nine years remain for am.
I just pity am small.
I swallow spit, my mind dey do calculations. Maybe I go reason am better this time.
"Abeg, dey take care of yourself."
I talk am slow, but heavy.
He look me, confuse.
He shrug, laugh, "You sef! I dey kampe now."
