For our compound for Surulere, wahala no dey ever finish. If water no dey flow for tap, na NEPA go carry light. But na one kain Tuesday morning, real gbege happen.

I dey my room dey try patch sleep when I hear Mama Ifeoma shout, "Aha! Who chop my fish wey I keep for the kitchen?" E be like say alarm ring for compound. Everybody begin come outside like say dem dey run fire-drill.

Bros Jide, wey sabi deny pass lawyer, just nack face like who dem wake from bad dream. "Mama Ifeoma, abeg, which fish? Na only eba I chop last night!" Everybody burst laugh.

Small Ifeoma begin cry, "Mummy, I no chop am o! Na only bread and groundnut I chop before I sleep." Even Landlord begin form referee, "Make una calm down, this compound no be police station."

Na so Mama Ruka carry her two hands for waist, look everybody one by one. She dey suspect say na Bros Jide, but the guy face no show remorse.

As wahala still dey, na im one yeye cat, Shakara, sneak come out from under the bench. If you see the way oil dey shine for Shakara mouth, e be like cat wey do Christmas.

Everybody look the cat, look the empty fish plate, come look each other. Na Bros Jide first shout, "Ah! See the thief! Na Shakara chop the fish!"

Mama Ifeoma burst laugh, "So na cat chop my fish, all of una dey here dey form innocent. Abeg, make una buy another one for me, before cat carry my pot of soup next."

Since that day, Shakara dey waka with big swag for compound. Even Bros Jide dey greet am, "Chairman, you try!" Life for our compound no ever dull, na so so laff and wahala dey make us family.