Chapter 10: Trending in Hell
Na that time Brother Seyi call me.
E voice sharp, e dey pant. "Guy, you don see online? Your name dey everywhere!"
“That woman don post your matter online! You don dey trend!”
He talk am like bad joke. "Na everywhere, even WhatsApp group for church, your gist dey."
I check trending topics for Facebook and WhatsApp status. Even for Naija Twitter, my name dey fly like police siren.
My phone dey vibrate, people dey send link. My friends, family, even people wey I no talk to for years dey call me, dey ask if na true.
‘Shop owner with animal face molest my three-year-old pikin, but him get power, police no wan open case.’
People dey repost, dey add their own story. For Nigeria, once gist enter internet, truth dey hard to recover.
The woman report me online with her real name.
She no even hide, she talk with her full chest. I shock say person fit talk like that without fear.
For video, she hold her ID card, dey cry: “For May this year, as single mother, I rent shop for this street, dey hustle to feed my pikin.
Her voice dey crack, tears dey flow. She wear black, hair scatter, face swollen from crying. People dey comment, dey say, "God go fight for you, madam."
“At that time, I know the shop owner next door, my pikin dey always play for him shop.
She call my shop name, show my signboard for background. The matter don big pass police station.