Chapter 1: Big Babe Don Land

One big babe enter our team that day. Her perfume just scatter everywhere, na so everybody pause small. E be like play, like joke, as she enter, everywhere just change—the kind confidence and level she carry come, you go fear. This babe no dey do like say she dey beg for friendship or approval, she just move her own way, dey give everybody space, but you go notice her shine from far. Sometimes, when she dey play, e be like she dey carry small breeze of enjoyment come, people dey just dey look her with side-eye, dey calculate whether to hail or to form strong face.

She dey play game with us, dey dash us skins, hire national server pro players join us for team match, and she just dey send chop money anyhow for no reason. Sometimes e go even shock us the way she dey spend money—no stress, just soft hand. Before we blink, she don drop new skin for you, dash you 10k, even organize better team training with one or two legends wey people dey hear of but no dey see. Boys dey hail her like say she be Dangote pikin, girls dey twist face, but for me, I just dey observe everything, dey hold my corner.

The female admin just dey vex for her behind closed doors:

"Na attention she dey find. Abeg, na who dey sponsor this babe? Money just dey flow like sachet water. We even need her small change? Nobody should talk to her, abeg."

You know Naija, if person dey shine, others go dey find how e take happen. The way our admin dey talk for back, e get as e be—body dey pepper her but she go dey form as if she no send. If you see the kind eye she dey give anytime big girl drop alert, you go just pity am.

But later, for one offline dinner—

The female admin begin dey toast the vice-captain, push all the blame give me, and na so the man wife come finish me. Na that kind wahala wey you no fit see coming. For public, everybody dey form holy, but as dinner reach, dem begin show true colour. Next thing, na my name dem dey call. I just dey reason my life—how I take enter this one?

She collect her own cut, vanish, dey flex for Snap. E shock me. As trouble burst, na she first comot, carry her own share of money, waka. The rest of us dey there dey clean mess. Na that day I understand say street na street, even for team group.

Next thing, as I open my eyes, I land back for the day wey that big girl first join the team. E be like dream. I blink, everywhere reset. Mosquito dey buzz for my ear, but na my heart dey run marathon. My mind dey race—abi na village people? Or na God give me second chance?

The big girl drop question for group:

"Any girls dey to run match together?"

Her voice soft but sure, you fit feel say she no send anybody wahala. E no be like those wey dey find validation.

As the girls just dey laugh am, I post my shining national server badges:

"Sis, abeg see me here, I dey always ready."

I drop am with confidence—no time for forming. For this life, na who move first dey chop.