Chapter 3: The Crowd and the Child
Molest—
My mind dey race. I dey try remember if I offend person, if na enemy dey set me up. Wetin be this?
Me wey be ordinary law-abiding person, the worst thing wey I don do na to help castrate some stray dogs for street.
I no get any criminal record. Even all the agbero boys for our junction dey hail me as gentle man. Me wey dey help old women carry load, dey greet elders, na me you dey accuse?
Now you dey accuse me of molestation? You wan kill me?
My heart dey pound, my throat dry. I dey look police, dey look my guy, nobody dey talk for me. For this Naija, na accusation fit finish person before truth even show face.
As she dey shout, everybody for the hall turn face look me, eyes full of disgust and hate.
Some people begin whisper. "Na wa o, men no dey fear God again." Another woman carry her pikin waka pass me like say I get disease. Na so shame and fear just dey wash me for mind.
My guy see as she dey look me like say she go chop me raw.
He chest swell, e face don set. As my friend, e dey pain am say people dey look us like animal. E try stand strong, voice loud, even as e dey fear inside.
He rush stand for my front. “Abeg, e get as e be. My guy no be that kind person.”
He try block the woman, dey beg police. "Oga, make una investigate well o. No use person life play. This one get family, get pikin too."
But the woman no gree hear word. She start dey scratch us, dey craze.
Her nails long, she dey fight like tiger. Her scarf fall, people try hold am, but she strong like five people. Station dey scatter.
My guy collect one scratch for face, blood come out, e wince from pain.
Blood dey drip from e cheek. One police bring handkerchief, wipe am. I see the pain for my guy face, but e no shout, just dey bone, dey protect me.