Chapter 3: Boys Wey Sabi Trouble, Pain Wey Enter Bone

The system no lie one bit.

Because as I land this world, as I try peep Chief Olumide from far, him strong boys spot me.

No time for hide and seek for Lagos o! Boys sharp, like Oshodi Agbero dem.

Chief Olumide wear black, coat just dey for him shoulder, stand for school gate dey wait for him pikin to finish class.

He stand like proper Yoruba chief—posture straight, face strong, agbada just dey sweep ground, beads for wrist, respect dey follow am waka.

Him no even look my side.

Like say I no exist for this earth. Na so rich man life dey sometimes.

I look the sharp, cold line for him face, one kain strange feeling just grip my chest.

E pain me sotey I nearly cry.

Tears just dey my eye corner, but Naija spirit no gree me disgrace myself for public.

I just dey stand dey look like mumu, no even sabi say wahala dey approach.

Before I fit talk "Jack", na so dem surround me like say I be thief.

Dem throw me hard for wall, pain catch me everywhere.

My elbow knack concrete, pain shoot me reach bone, before my eye begin see bullet comments like say I dey hallucinate.

Omo, I for shout "Jesu!" but no strength. Na only pain dey flow, like say I jam keke for express.

One bodyguard look me well, voice strong: “People wey no suppose dey look, no suppose dey look anyhow.”

Voice deep, sure me say e fit break coconut for head. Na so dem dey do for their oga.

E give me cold eye as I dey ground. “If you try am again, e no go end like this.”

I just hold my chest, dey pray make ground swallow me.