Chapter 22: Filing the Petition

Before now, I don tell am make e gather all the evidence wey e fit.

I call am, dey beg, "Guy, abeg, any message, any post, any video—save am." For Naija, evidence dey important pass prayer.

For Brother Seyi house, as e dey smoke, e dey show me for computer, “Everything dey here—easy to collect. She get many Facebook and WhatsApp accounts.”

E dey scroll screen, dey screenshot every message. Even her voice note, e save am. E dey work like lawyer.

“For those accounts, she don write like twelve essays, dey drag you or dey talk say police no open case.”

He dey shake head, "Na every day she dey post, dey curse you, dey call your family name. She even dey send people make dem attack your shop."

“She get wahala—she no even dey call police ‘police’.”

He show me her post, I dey nod my head. Some people dey take style insult police, but this one pass boundary.

“How she dey call dem?” I bend look.

I try see for myself. My eye dey pain from stress, but I dey force myself look.

Brother Seyi tap cigarette ash. “She dey call police ‘cap’—she dey talk say cap no open case for her.”

We laugh small, but pain dey our chest. For our area, na only stubborn person dey insult police like that openly.