Chapter 7: Warning and Sweet Victory

"Senior, Musa get bad mind o. E go run go Disciplinary Council go report," Ifunanya warn am.

For here, to report person fit mean dem go gather for compound meeting, begin share blame. Ifunanya dey fear say wahala fit double.

"Disciplinary Council?" Ikenna just laugh. "If dem wan settle small wahala, the wahala go disappear. If dem try settle me, na dem go disappear."

Na real confidence dey talk so. For Naija, you go hear, 'If dem born dem well, make dem try am.'

"Uh..." Ifunanya no talk again, just mumble, "But to dey slap person no too good."

Na home training dey talk here. Even if slap sweet, person go still dey fear say e no too right.

"But e sweet you small, abi?" Ikenna ask.

Ikenna eye dey shine, dey catch Ifunanya small smile.

"E really sweet me," Ifunanya confess.

Ifunanya voice soft, but you fit see say e dey happy. E be like person wey don finally fight back after long suffering. For Naija, na so e dey sweet when you finally reply person wey dey stress you.

That slap na the best thing wey don ever happen for her life—like say she finally breathe after holding am since.

Ifunanya spirit just float, dey smile. For the first time, she dey feel like person wey fit stand for herself. But for spirit world, small happiness fit turn wahala sharp sharp. Next challenge dey wait.