Chapter 1: The Game Wey Get As E Be

She dey play one kind strange game. E be like all those WhatsApp chain games, but this one get as e be—e dark, e wicked.

As I dey stare for the phone screen, I fit almost hear the sharp click-click of her nails on the glass, as if she dey enjoy the thing like person dey chew kpof-kpof for midnight. My heart dey beat gbim-gbim. I shift for my old plastic chair, the one wey don dey make kpa-kpa sound since my NYSC days, wey even get small crack for leg, and try calm my mind, but cold sweat just dey my back.

Challenge 1: Kick am once. Completed.

I remember that day wey she waka pass me for kitchen, her small foot brush my shin. That time, I think say na play. Now, e dey make my skin stand like cold harmattan breeze. I rub my leg that night, think say na play, no know say e get meaning.

Challenge 2: Pull three of im hair. Completed.

That one remind me how she go dey laugh, dey pull my afro anytime I dey try focus for news, dey tease me say I dey old school. E be like say all these na coded sign wey I no decode. My heart shake, I just dey reason am.

Challenge 3: Punch am once. Completed.

I remember one time for bedroom, as I dey tickle her, she punch me small for chest—soft, but e shock me. I rub my chest that night, think say na play, no know say e get meaning.

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Challenge 51: Kiss another person wey be opposite sex. Completed.

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As I reach the end, cold sweat just dey my body.

I no fit move. For Lagos heat, how cold still dey catch me? My hand dey shake, my leg dey tap ground like drummer for Sunday service. Small time, I begin dey suspect say this na real wahala.

Challenge 100: Kill am.

Pending.

For this Lagos, even sleep run from my eye. Tomorrow fit change everything.