Branded a Beast: The Widow’s Curse
Chapter 12: Collapse
To back her talk, she say when she carry her pikin go police, the girl see me, cry, say na me touch her.
The video show the girl face, she dey cry. She no mention my name, but the woman dey shout for background. Everybody believe her.
After I watch the video, I weak for chair, everywhere dark for my eye.
Na like say earth open, swallow me. My hand dey shake, my phone dey fall from my grip. My chest tight, tears dey push my eye, but I no fit cry.
‘Single mother, three-year-old pikin, molestation…’
Those words dey ring for my ear like church bell. For Naija, once you carry this kind label, even if you no do am, your life fit spoil finish.
‘Shop owner dey cover up, police no wan do anything…’
People dey shout for comment section. "Police dey collect bribe! Shop owner na cultist!" My name dey fly for everywhere.
‘No case…’
Once people hear say "no case," na there dem believe say person use money silence the matter. I just dey weak, no know who go help me.
