Chapter 1: The Playground Omen
I was playing on the slide with my daughter when one small boy run come meet me. He say, "Uncle, abeg, fit give me your daughter?"
I just look am, dey wonder for this kind boldness. Small pikin wey no reach six, eye open like pesin wey dey find trouble. Playground sun dey shine for everybody head, children dey shout, but this one just stand gidigba dey talk as if e dey market. Dust dey rise for ground, slippers dey slap sand as pikin dey run up and down.
Children, dem dey talk anything wey enter their mind. I just smile reply am, "Na my pikin be this, na my life be that—how I go just give am to you like that?"
Some mama for corner laugh small, shake head. One papa even shout, "Wetin you wan use her do, ehn?" The boy no even shake, just dey look me with serious face.
The boy come ask again, "If she die, you go too sad?"
My heart jump. For one second, everywhere quiet for my ear. E be like time slow down. I look the boy well—skin fair, small scar for chin, he wear one old Ben 10 shirt wey don fade.