CHAPTER XXII
“Really, Chuks, I think I should have just gone back home yesterday, you know. Put one or two things back together.”
Chuks walked to the parlour where Segun sat talking to him and using his phone at the same time.
“You this guy, self, you just dey make me laugh. Wetin you wan put together that yesterday wey you no fit still do today? I just want make you stay my place this morning. Make we go LIPD come back, and I go release you.” Segun kept his face glued to his phone, reading something. “This one wey you just dey look phone. You dey even hear wetin I dey talk?”
“Sorry, I was just checking for side effects of nerve gas, but there's nothing concrete as far as I can see. And,” he lowered his phone and looked at Chuks accusingly. “Why do I always have to come to your house?
