Chapter 28: Breaking the Circle

I say, “We no get backyard.”

I point outside. My shop dey face road, no space for backyard. Everybody for area sabi that one.

“Then! Then na upstairs!”

She dey look everywhere, dey search for another story. Her voice dey rise, people dey nod.

“We no get upstairs.”

My shop na bungalow, nothing dey up. People dey laugh small for outside.

“Then na storeroom! Anyhow, na you. If no be you, who molest her?”

She dey shout, dey look for support. People dey video, some dey whisper say she don pass her boundary.

She dey shout like person wey craze.

Her hair scatter, mouth dey foam. Her pikin dey cry, dey hold her leg. Some people dey pity the pikin, dey beg the woman make she stop.