Chapter 3: The Big Transfer and a New Dilemma

Host just shout,

He near me with mic, voice high, "Na Mr. Obiora really send you that money?"

My leg dey shake, I wan talk, but words dey hide for my throat.

"No, no, no, maybe na studio dey pay her salary..."

Before he finish 'salary,' Obiora message just dey pop for chat window, one by one.

[That your small money, take am.]

[I really no wear cloth.]

[If you get liver, pick the video call.]

The audience dey scream, dem dey shout, "Pick am! Pick am!" My phone dey ring for hand, video call ringtone dey blast for whole studio.

My heart dey pound like bata drum. If I pick, e fit roast me for the whole nation. But for this Naija, na cruise we dey—make we see where e go end.

Should I pick am? If na you, you go risk am?