Chapter 4: The Night of Money and Doubt

That night, to play safe, dem tie Nnamdi for bed. As e stubborn reach for day, na so e quiet for night. I reason say, maybe the guy don accept fate. I even ask security, 'Una sure say rope no too tight?' Dem just nod, 'Madam, na your husband.'

Me sef dey ginger, dey rub my hand together. Just imagine—one fine bobo, tall reach 1.8 meters, dey tied for bed, make I do as I like. And dem go pay me join! Just the thought dey make my heart dey beat fast.

"Uhm... I never do this kind thing before. If I pain you, abeg tell me o." I talk am shyly, but inside, my belle dey dance shaku-shaku. I quick quick pull my cloth. Nnamdi face red like tomato, eye dey run everywhere, e dey find wetin to talk:

"Amaka."

"I dey here."

"You get person wey you like?"

My hand freeze for where I dey undress. I remember my work rule: always take client serious. I think small, then shake head: "No o." Na true, my heart never touch anybody for this life.

Nnamdi sigh: "Me, I get."

Ehn... okay...

I don reach only pant, but my mind just weak. He get person wey e like—e go good if I still do this? I dey reason say, God abeg, no let this money turn wahala for my head. Nnamdi look me, face red scatter: "Why you stop?"

I climb on top am, talk soft: "I no know say you get babe. If you no wan, make we forget am." Na money wey reach tens of millions... but person suppose get conscience. I dey feel for am. E no easy to dey force love.

Nnamdi face wan burn. He cough: "No wahala. Continue." His voice don low, e just dey look ceiling.

I tear him shirt, still dey polite: "So, your babe no go vex?"

"If na you... e dey okay."

Ah ah, the babe get open mind o. I pull him trouser. We naked reach, but I dey fumble, no sure how to start. Sweat dey my palm, heart dey do gbim gbim like generator wey no wan start.

Nnamdi dey breathe heavy: "Good girl, abeg loose me, I go handle am."

Lie lie! Even if I mess up, twins per belle na at least forty million. If I loose am, what if my forty million waka go? I dey remember my mama voice: 'Amaka, no let opportunity pass you.'

I try try, finally find angle, push—ah! E pain me, I almost shout. I bite lip, tears gather for eye, but I no gree cry.

Nnamdi suck air: "Good girl, loose me, before you wound yourself."

I gree, loose am. Because, my sister, the pain too much abeg. To make money no easy. To chop suffering no be beans. Forty million no dey easy to earn. I just dey imagine my village people dey laugh, 'She think say e easy.'

As I loose am, Nnamdi just turn, pin me down. Light off, work start, my first official day on the job. By the time e finish, I just dey dizzy, only one thought remain: Nnamdi na real top o. E get energy die. As dem dey talk—na weak man dey let woman ride am. Real man dey on top. Even after, I just dey stare ceiling, dey wonder which kain power dey inside Okoye blood.