Chapter 2: Suspicion

My babe dey work as dance teacher for one children training centre. Anytime I get chance, I dey carry her go and come back from work. I sabi almost everybody for her side. I think about the matter all night, but I no fit reason who she fit dey do anything with if she really cheat. Who e go be?

The dance centre dey inside one big compound for Ikeja, plenty small pickin wey dey jump up and down. Sometimes, as I drop her, her students dey rush her leg dey shout "Aunty! Aunty!" She go just smile, rub their head. My mind dey calm small for those moments.

Morning reach, I drive her go work as usual. Na so she just tell me, "No need to come carry me tonight o. I get something to do. You self don dey work overtime plenty, I no want make you tire yourself."

The way she talk am, e be like person wey dey plan something. Normally, she go dey complain say I no dey show, but today, she dey form caring. I dey look her side-eye. For Lagos, na when woman too dey nice you suppose fear. For my mind, I dey remember say last time wey she talk like this, e no end well.

I just keep quiet. This one no too clear. She never ever care like this before. Before nko, if I no fit carry her because of work, she go vex. If something dey off, e mean say something dey happen. I just agree for mouth.

I smile, say, "No wahala, make you try rest too." Inside my mind, na Ojuju dey dance.

After one whole day of wahala for my mind, night reach I drive straight go her centre, park for one corner, begin wait. Around nine, parents begin come out with their children. Some of her colleagues come out too. But my babe no show.

I wind glass down small, dey use eyes dey count people. My belle dey twist. For this Lagos, if you no shine eye, person fit chop breakfast wey hot pass ogbono.

Wahala dey.

Just then, my guy Emeka call me for phone, dey gist about one girl wey run mad for Lekki because she dey do runs with two married men at once. We laugh small, Emeka say, "Omo, Lagos wahala no dey finish. Make dem no use your own do example!" I just force laugh, my mind still dey scatter. As I cut call, I smell suya wey dem dey roast for junction, but my mouth no even sweet to chop.