E shock me pass NEPA blackout dis kain afternoon! Me wey dey para like correct Naija babe done scatter my six years hustle with Emeka like overripe agbalumo. Abeg, make una sisters gather round, cos dis tori go bend una ear.
So, dis fine boy wey be like butter wey melt for hot akara, na Aunty Bola, wey sabi gossip pass Amebo Market, carry come. E be doctor wey dey Yankee, Igbo be like second language for am, and e smile sweet pass. Wetin start as small small kpakpato messages and night calls turn to “future plans” before I even blink. Na mumu play oh, no be like say I wan leave Emeka.
One kain wahala night, palm wine and Aunty Bola yapa mouth for me, I mention dis “potential bae” to Emeka. Now, Emeka no be badt guy, e try, but e hold tradition for im chest like miliki record. Dis “potential” wey no be from our village, not even our tribe, na abomination for im eye.
Since den, na ice age for our love nest. E no talk, e no shout, just cold shoulder me like mugu wey buy fake Rolex. My belle dey churn like ogbono wey eba no fit hold, guilt dey tear me anyhow. Abeg, na wetin I do? Small enjoyment with fine words don put my six years relationship for danger zone.
Now, I dey this buka, pepper soup dey cool for my front, but my heart hot like Agege bread wey dem burn small. Sisters, una wey get wisdom, wetin I go do? I confess everything, beg for forgiveness, or make I just watch as Emeka waka comot my life because of small matter wey palm wine cause?
Una see am now, dis kain situation na im dey make person pick money for Oshodi bus. Abeg, sisters, make una yarn, before dis love wey sweet pass suya scatter like Agege bread for rain!