A heartwarming love story set in Lagos, blending humor, drama, and resilience as two souls navigate life’s challenges together.
Lagos, the bustling city of endless hustle and relentless traffic, be like a pot of soup wey get every ingredient—sweet, spicy, and sometimes too hot to handle. For Efe, a young woman wey dey struggle to build her future, life no dey always smooth. Between her hustle as an apprentice hairdresser and the daily drama of living in the city, love na the last thing wey dey her mind.
Jide, on the other hand, na one smooth-talking businessman wey sabi how to charm his way into people's hearts. With his sharp suits and sweet promises, he be like the perfect package—but na only time fit tell if him intentions dey pure. When their paths cross for the noisy streets of Balogun Market, sparks fly, but so also does plenty wahala.
This na story of love wey grow through the challenges of Lagos life, complete with nosy neighbors, market drama, and ex-girlfriends wey no wan gree stay for their lane. Efe and Jide go learn say love no be just about sweet words; e dey demand patience, trust, and plenty action to survive the hustle and bustle of the city.
Their journey na mix of humor, heartbreak, and hope, a tale wey remind us say true love fit bloom even for the most unlikely places. Sit back, relax, and enjoy this ride through the colorful, chaotic, and heartwarming streets of Lagos.
Chapter 1: Small Beginnings
"Efe, you no go carry ya leg commot for dat bed today?" Mama Efe shout from the kitchen, her voice like the clanging pots she dey arrange. The aroma of egusi soup wey she dey cook don already fill the air, sweet pass wetin words fit describe.
Efe stretch her hand, gree the morning with one lazy yawn. "Mama, abeg, na Saturday. Make I rest small," she reply, her voice still full of sleep.
"You go rest when money dey enter this house," Mama fire back. "I don tell you, no be every day man go save you. Hustle your hustle!"
Efe chuckle as she roll off the bed, her slim figure silhouetted against the sunlight wey don begin shine through the small window of their room. She tie wrapper around her waist, the kind wey show say she dey serious about the day.
"Mama, no worry. I get plans today," she talk with one sly smile. For her mind, she dey think of Jide, the bobo wey don dey eye her for months. Him fine, him sabi talk, and him promise her better things. But wahala dey—him get one yeye girl wey dey follow am around like fly follow akara.
Chapter 2: The Market Drama
Efe waka enter Balogun market, her sandals slapping against the dusty floor as she navigate the bustling crowd. "Efe, my size six!" one trader shout, recognizing her instantly.
"Leave matter, Mama Tolu," Efe laugh. "Today no be about your slippers. I dey find fine dress for one kind important occasion."
As she dey check racks of colorful fabrics, she hear one familiar voice behind her. "Efe! Na you be this?"
She turn sharply. Na Jide. Him smile fit melt ice block, and him wear better shirt wey show say him get style.
"Jide," she answer coolly, trying to hide the small blush wey creep up her cheek. "Wetin bring you for market?"
"I dey look for you, na. I hear say you sabi where to get the best things," him reply, his voice smooth like butter for hot yam.
Efe no sure whether to trust him or laugh. "You dey find me, or you dey follow that your yeye babe?"
Jide grin wide, his dimples deep. "Forget that one. Na you be my main madam."
Chapter 3: Palava for the Tailor’s Shop
Efe look Jide from head to toe, her eyes narrowing like she dey calculate whether to believe him. "Main madam, abi? You dey talk sweet, but I no dey chop words."
"True talk," Jide reply, his voice steady. "You know say I dey serious about you."
Efe hiss under her breath but still follow Jide as him point her to one tailor shop inside the market. The place dey packed, with women shouting and tailors threading needles like their life depend on it.
"Oga Bassey," Jide hail the tailor wey dey sweat like person wey dey inside oven. "Na my madam Efe get this job. Make sure you give her the best."
Efe fit feel all eyes dey her body as Jide talk. She adjust her wrapper and fake one smile. "Jide, abeg no go dey call me madam for here. People go carry gist go where e no suppose reach."
"But na true," Jide reply, winking at her. "I no send anybody."
The tailor, Oga Bassey, nod like lizard. "Ahn ahn, Oga Jide, this na special request o! Madam Efe, which style you wan sew?"
Efe glance at the fabrics Jide don already pick for her. The Ankara shine like star for sky, the patterns bold and full of life. "Make am simple but fine. I no get time for too much drama," she talk.
As she dey measure her waist, Jide dey stand close, his cologne mixing with the hot market air. Efe fit feel the tension. Her heart dey beat faster, but her mind dey warn her: Shine your eye, this bobo sabi talk, but him fit no dey serious.
Chapter 4: Amaka Show Face
Just as everything dey go smoothly, wahala land like rain for dry season. Na Amaka—Jide’s supposed "ex"—weigh enter the shop. Her outfit tight like e wan tear, and her makeup heavy pass the situation wey she dey face.
"So na here I go find you, Jide?" Amaka hiss, placing her hands akimbo. Her long nails dey glitter like knife under sunlight. "You dey spend money for another babe while you dey owe me my 20k?"
Jide scratch him head like person wey mosquito bite. "Amaka, abeg no start this your wahala for here. I no dey owe you anything!"
Amaka laugh, her voice sharp. "Efe, abi na you? I hope you sabi say this guy no fit stay one place. Today na you, tomorrow na another babe."
Efe’s face harden. She no go let one street drama scatter her day. "Amaka, abeg carry your wahala commot. If him dey owe you money, na you and him matter, no be my own."
Amaka hiss again but no fit argue with Efe’s confidence. She storm commot, leaving the market in one small uproar as traders dey whisper.
Chapter 5: Testing the Waters
Jide no fit talk for a while. Him face dey shame small, but Efe no pity am. "Jide, I hope you don see wetin I dey talk. Wahala full your body like raincoat."
"Efe, abeg give me one last chance," Jide plead, his voice soft. "I go prove myself to you."
Efe sigh. She no get time for plenty promises. "If you serious, Jide, then you go need work to earn my trust. Until then, I dey focus on myself."
Jide nod like schoolboy wey teacher just scold. "I go prove am. You go see."
As Efe waka commot from the market, the sun don begin set, casting golden light over the streets. For her heart, she dey wonder if love truly fit survive all the wahala wey life dey throw. But one thing sure—she no be anybody’s second option.
Chapter 6: A New Day, A New Beginning
Days turn to weeks, and Jide dey try. Him call, send text, and even drop small gifts for Efe. But Efe no gree easy. She dey focus on her hustle, learning hairdressing for Madam Ronke salon.
One Saturday morning, Jide show up with a surprise. "Efe, I don secure contract for my business. I wan make you see say I fit provide and be responsible."
Efe smile, small but genuine. "We go see, Jide. Na actions go talk pass words."
The story no end here, but one thing sure—love, like Lagos traffic, dey unpredictable. If Jide fit truly prove himself, then maybe, just maybe, Efe go give him her full heart.
Chapter 7: Love Tested in Lagos Hustle
Weeks don pass, and true to his word, Jide dey hustle hard. Efe no fit deny say she dey notice the change. Him no dey miss her calls again, and every time he waka show face for Madam Ronke’s salon, him go carry small gifts—sometimes meat pie, other times puff-puff and zobo.
"Efe, this your man serious o," Madam Ronke tease one afternoon as she dey twist hair for one customer. "No let good man pass you by."
Efe laugh, her voice light like breeze. "Madam, I dey watch. No be everything wey shine na gold."
"True talk," Madam Ronke nod, her fingers deftly weaving. "But sometimes, you fit polish something wey shine small make e glow better."
Efe chuckle, but for her heart, she know say Madam Ronke get point. Life no dey perfect, and Jide dey try. Maybe e fit be say love go need small patience and understanding.
Chapter 8: The Dinner Surprise
One Friday night, Jide invite Efe to one small dinner for his new apartment. "Efe, I wan celebrate this new contract with you. You go come?"
Efe hesitate at first, but the thought of Jide cooking for her make her laugh. "You sabi cook?" she ask with one eyebrow raised.
"Just come," Jide reply, his voice full of excitement.
When Efe reach, the apartment small but neat, with the smell of jollof rice greeting her like old friend. Jide wear simple polo and jeans, but his smile dey light the room.
"Welcome, madam," he talk, bowing slightly.
Efe burst laugh. "No dey do like say you be butler. Abeg, make I see wetin you cook."
They sit, eat, and laugh as Jide share his plans for the future. "Efe, I wan build something solid, and I want make you dey part of am."
Efe smile but still hold back. "Jide, na step by step. I like your effort, but make we see how things go first."
Chapter 9: Wahala No Dey Finish
Just as everything dey sweet, another drama rear its head. One evening, Jide and Efe dey stroll for their area when one flashy car park near them. Na Amaka again.
"Jide, so na this babe you still dey follow?" Amaka shout, her voice loud enough to wake sleeping dogs.
Efe turn sharply, her patience running thin. "Amaka, abeg no try me today. If you get issue with Jide, carry am go him front, no involve me."
Amaka hiss, her acrylic nails tapping against the car door. "Efe, na you sabi. But make I warn you, this guy no go change."
Efe hold Jide’s hand tight and face him. "Jide, if you no dey ready to leave this kind drama behind, no involve me again."
Jide nod, his face serious. "Efe, I promise you, this na the last time you go see her. I go settle this matter once and for all."
Chapter 10: Love in Full Bloom
Months pass, and true to his word, Jide cut off all ties with Amaka and focus on his relationship with Efe. Him no just talk, him dey act—helping Efe buy tools for her hairdressing hustle and showing her that him ready to build a future.
One sunny afternoon, Jide surprise Efe at the salon with one small ring. "Efe, I no perfect, but I go try every day to make you happy. Will you marry me?"
Tears fill Efe eyes as she nod. "Yes, Jide. I go marry you."
The entire salon erupt in cheers as Madam Ronke shout, "I don talk am! This man na husband material!"
As Efe and Jide hug, she realize say love no dey perfect, but when two people dey ready to work together, even Lagos wahala no fit stop them.
Epilogue: A New Chapter
Efe and Jide marry in a small but joyful ceremony, surrounded by family and friends. Life no dey perfect, but their love dey grow stronger every day, proving that even amidst hustle and wahala, happiness dey possible.
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