Coming to Ajegunle

CHAPTER 4:WELCOME TO LAGOS

“Uncle, I have been standing here since,” Amaka complained, her face looking tired and stressed.

“Amaka, my dear, sorry. You don’t know how Lagos traffic can be,” her uncle said apologetically as he took her luggage from her hand and placed it inside the boot of his car.

Amaka quickly entered the front seat, and her uncle drove off.

“Amaka, I hope your journey wasn’t too stressful? You already look tired,” her uncle asked, glancing at her.

Amaka yawned.

“Yes, Uncle. It wasn’t really that stressful, but I’m tired. The journey was so long. I didn’t know Lagos was this far,” she said sleepily.

Her uncle laughed.

“My dear, you will get used to it soon. Welcome to Lagos!”

Amaka smiled faintly before resting her head against the seat.

A few minutes later, she was fast asleep, softly snoring.

By 11 p.m., her uncle finally arrived at his compound. He honked the car horn, signaling the gateman to open the gate.

“Musa, Oga, you are welcome!” Musa greeted happily as he opened the gate and walked toward the car.

“Thank you, Musa,” Amaka’s uncle replied.

Musa helped him bring out the luggage from the boot.

Amaka stepped out of the car and looked around the compound in amazement.

“Uncle, chai! Your house is so fine!” she exclaimed, smiling.

Her uncle laughed.

“Don’t worry, Amaka. You will enjoy your stay here. Come inside, you must be tired.”

He picked up one of the bags and walked toward the house.

Amaka followed behind him.

But unknown to them, someone was watching them from upstairs.

Mrs. Anita, Amaka’s uncle’s wife, stood by the balcony, staring down at them with a deep frown on her face.

She watched as her husband welcomed Amaka into the house.

Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand.

“So, after everything this man and I discussed concerning this girl, he still went ahead and brought her into this house?” she muttered angrily.

She took a slow sip of her drink, her eyes following Amaka as she disappeared into the house.

A small, dangerous smile appeared on her lips.

“Well… let me see how you will enjoy your stay in this house while I’m still alive.”

She took another sip and slowly turned away from the balcony.

Little did Amaka know that her arrival in Lagos was only the beginning of her troubles.