Chapter 1: The Midnight Cry
At two in the morning, my sister called me, crying like say her whole world don scatter:
For that kind odd hour, I just dey feel am for chest—no Nigerian woman dey call person that early unless wahala don gas. The way her voice dey tremble, e be like say her whole spirit dey break. She just dey cry, "Abeg, help me! E dey try enter bathroom, I no know wetin to do!" I fit hear her slippers dey scrape tile, water dey splash, and her voice dey shake like generator wey no get fuel. My body just dey shake small.
Her father-in-law burst enter bathroom as she dey baff, begin pull him own cloth, dey shout say na today both of them go baff together, whether she like am or not.
The way she take talk am ehn, na so fear grip me, goosebumps catch me for leg. Wetin give old man that kind mind? Even for all these our local gist, nobody dey carry play with daughter-in-law like that, especially for midnight. My ear dey hot, my hand dey shake, my heart wan fly comot my chest.