Chapter 6: Ifedayo—The Boy Wey Carry Him Papa's Eyes

I dey look the bullet comments wey dey flash, frown, even forget to blink.

I dey try use my tongue count my teeth. Na so wahala reach?

The “villain” wey dem dey talk about na Chief Olumide Ajayi, the man wey dey shake this world peace.

Everybody for street sabi the gist—Chief Olumide nor dey play with person wey cross am.

All those strategists wey fail—no wonder system warn me well about how dangerous he be.

My body just dey shiver small as I dey remember system advice.

The system don try everything. So why e think say person like me wey no get anything special go fit succeed?

Dem for just pity me, give me small power, or memory at least!

As I dey reason am, the bullet comments begin talk about me.

[But truth be say, all these years, na only one person really fit steady the villain—]

[Na the son wey the late wife leave behind.]

[She waka without talk, leave only this one pikin.]

[Na the only thing wey still hold the man for this world.]

If no be for the pikin, e for dey scatter everywhere like masquerade for festival.

[If not, with as craze catch am for the beginning, e for don scatter the world—or himself—since.]

[So every strategist don fail.]

[After all, the late wife na him white moonlight.]

[Na only she pure for him heart.]

[He no go ever gree make anybody use her face or name anyhow.]

[Na why all the fake ones dey die pass.]

[So this one nko?]

[This ordinary, empty, forgettable strategist?]

[How many days she go last?]

—Dem even begin bet.

[Na so dem dey bet like pool wey boys dey play for viewing centre.]

[I bet say the next time she see the villain, na her last.]

[Count me join.]

[Me sef.]

Somebody even drop laughing emoji—

[No be joke, she just fall yakata just now.]

[And now harmattan dust dey blow well.]

[Whether she go last reach one week, nobody sabi...]

I just roll my eye inside my mind. Na so people go dey wish person fall for gutter.