Chapter 31: The Last Knock
The video blow again.
Even bloggers dey post am. Some add their own, dey say I confess. I dey reason if I fit survive this kind scandal.
The small girl dey cry for background, make me look more like monster.
My heart dey break. I dey pray, "God, vindicate me. Make truth come out."
People dey knock keyboard, dey carry justice for head, begin attack me online.
For every group, people dey share my picture, dey drag me. Even people wey no know me dey curse me. Some dey write epistle, dey say make government jail me.
Na that time police call me say, dem don open official case.
I hear the news, my body cold. My guy dey pat me for back, "E never finish, but God go show." People for shop dey close eye, dey pray for me. I dey ready face the next round, but for my mind, I dey tired. My only prayer be say truth go finally win for this Naija, even if na after wahala don finish me.
Brother Seyi see as dem scatter my shop finish, tap my shoulder, talk, “Guy, this second half of the year..."
He pause, look me for eye, voice low. "We go survive am. Just dey strong." I nod, look outside. My life don change, but hope still dey small for corner. For Naija, na only strong mind and prayer dey hold person together when wahala burst like this. But as I dey look street, I dey wonder—who next go knock my door? For this country, truth dey hide, but I no go gree. Tomorrow fit bring new wahala, but I still dey here.