Branded a Beast: The Widow’s Curse
Chapter 27: Another Viral Round
Next day, as I dey arrange my shop—
I dey sweep ground, dey arrange goods. People dey peep from corner, some dey whisper. My chest dey heavy, but I gree face my business.
The woman burst enter with her pikin, push phone for my face, dey record: “Make una see! Na this scumbag shop owner molest my three-year-old pikin!”
She hold phone for my face, dey video me, dey shout. My shop small, but she dey drag me round, dey point camera.
She scatter my shop, dey force me confess say I molest her pikin.
She dey pull biscuit for shelf, dey throw carton for ground. My goods dey scatter. People gather for door, dey look drama.
I talk say I no do am.
I try reason with her, dey beg her, but she no hear. Her eyes dey red like fire, her voice dey crack.
She shout, “My pikin don talk say na you carry am go backyard, comot her pant, slap her!”
She dey beat chest, dey talk. Her pikin dey shiver for corner, dey cry.
