Chapter 16: Breaking Point
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The insult and accusation nearly make me craze.
I dey reason whether to run, whether to stay. I dey think if I fit survive this shame for this country. My head dey burn, my body dey weak.
Molest three-year-old—who go believe you again? Who go fit clear your name?
No matter how I explain, everybody believe the woman story. For this our country, once accusation land, e dey hard to wash body clean.
I post police investigation result, show say for May, the time the woman talk say I molest her pikin—
I dey drop receipt, post police letter, post evidence for my page. My voice dey tremble, but I dey shout for help.
I no even dey town.
I post ticket, I post selfie for Ibadan, dey show say I travel that time. Some people believe, but most no care.
Police check my travel and spending record, confirm say I no get chance do anything, because I travel go Ibadan that period.
Police even talk am for radio. My guy send the recording for our WhatsApp group, dey beg people make dem calm down.