Chapter 1: Message Wey Scatter Table

I send the message to my ex by mistake—

[Baby, you don buy that small umbrella?]

The guy reply sharp-sharp:

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As I see him reply land, my heart just miss one heavy beat. For that second, I pause, dey reason if I for just lock my phone and pretend say nothing happen. But you know as wahala dey start for Naija—small mistake fit turn to serious gist.

I quickly delete the message, rush explain say I send am to the wrong person.

As I dey type, sweat dey my forehead, hand dey shake. But I gats run am sharp-sharp before the thing turn to long story.

But the guy no gree rest. He just lose guard, begin fire me messages back-to-back like generator wey no off.

[If you send am to the wrong person, who you dey send am to?]

[You dey pretend abi? Me I no fit pretend o, sob, we never even break up reach how many days, you don get new person. That one treat you reach the way I treat you?]

[If you no reply me, you dey do shakara? You wan make we come back? I fit reason am. Baby, abeg give me one more chance, break up with am, come back to me, I dey beg. Wait for me, I dey come back to Nigeria now now.]

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As I dey read am, I just dey shake my head. Guy no wan give up.

I never even check my phone reach, messages don pile pass 99+. The WhatsApp icon dey red like Christmas bulb. I just weak, toss the phone ontop bed like say na bomb. I no know if na trouble I just buy for myself.