Chapter 20: The Last Straw

Then she go talk, “I be single mother, life hard for me, now my three-year-old pikin don suffer.”

She dey add extra tears, dey talk for camera, "Nobody dey for me. Justice must come."

To make people pity her, she pin comment for her Facebook: “No mother go lie say her pikin suffer, just to frame person.”

People dey believe her, dey say, "True! No mother fit frame person for this kind matter."

As she dey use public opinion, my shop front full with funeral wreaths.

Neighbours dey avoid my shop. Some dey cross gutter just to escape my sight. My life turn to movie.

My papa vex so tey, e get stroke.

That day, dem rush am hospital. Doctor talk say na high blood pressure. My heart dey bleed, I dey blame myself.

My wife, as she dey come back from work, people surround her, insult am, she come dey cry.

They block her for bus stop, spit for ground, call her "wife of animal." She run go inside, collapse for floor, dey sob.

I see the woman like comment wey read—

She dey like comment, dey encourage people wey dey wish my family bad. People dey drag my pikin name for mud.