Amaka leaned on the frame of the car door; one leg inside and the other outside. Gabriel stood on the other side of the door, shielding his eyes from the sun, waiting for her to talk, but he was met with silence. ‘Come on, Amaka, what’s going on?’
‘You know Chief Olabisi Ojo?’
‘Not much. Only that he’s going to become the next Governor of Lagos State. Lucky chap. What does he have to do with you?’
‘What if I tell you I sent a picture of me and him together to his wife?’
‘What? You slept with him? No, Amaka. He’s a slime ball.’
‘No, I didn’t sleep with him. Come on, Gabriel. And, I thought you said you didn’t know much about him.’
‘Yeah, but everyone knows he’s a manshewo.’
‘Manshewo?’
‘Yes. Male ashewo.’
‘You’re crazy. Anyway, he’s the reason I was looking for Malik.’
‘OK. You’re starting to scare me again.’
‘I’m scared myself, and that’s why I’m telling you this. In case anything happens to me.’
‘You don’t look scared, and don’t say stuff like that. You’re really freaking me out. I have a feeling I’m not going to like where this is going.’
‘Ojo almost killed a girl at a place Malik owns. A secret sex club called The Harem.’
‘What? Let me guess, you decided to take the law into your own hands, abi?’
‘I met up with Ojo at his hotel. He thinks I’m called Iyabo. I spiked his drink.’
‘You did what? Amaka. Damn.’
‘I took a picture of us. My face didn’t show in it. I sent it to his wife.’
‘My God, Amaka.’
‘There’s more. I took a memory card from his phone.’
‘What is on it?’
‘Him having sex with kids.’
‘No way. Fuck, Amaka. Fuck. Do you realise what you’ve done? He’s going to do whatever it takes to find you and get that card back.’
‘He already found me. Malik called me, remember.’
‘Oh shit. Oh fuck. OK. I get it now. Ambrose is the leader of the opposition party. His candidate is the underdog who’s going to run against Ojo. You’re going to give them the memory card.’
‘No. I lost it. It was in my bag.’