Chapter 5: Name Weigh Pass Shadow
The truck quiet for long. The hum of my engine and the whistling night breeze na the only company. I hear my own breath, smell fuel and old leather.
For this dark mountain road, na only our motor dey move. No single headlight dey follow. Even crickets no dey make noise. Na so night dey for this part—mysterious.
The lane for down slope just dey by the cliff, baobab tree dey grow from rock, branch dey point anyhow. Some trees tall like old men, shadow stretch for tarmac. E resemble all those Nollywood village juju film.
Night time, the shadow dey long for road, e dey make person body cold. Sometimes, breeze go blow, you go feel like hand dey touch your neck.
"Sister, wetin be your name?" I break the silence, look the girl for Kemi hand. I wan draw her out, make fear no swallow her.
The girl shock say I ask am direct. She sit up, wan talk, but she pause, frown. She look her mama, then look me. Her lips dey part but nothing come out.
"Your brother na Ibrahim. Wetin be your own name? Sister, talk na." I try use soft voice, the way teacher dey talk to small pikin for class.
The girl open mouth, wan talk, but Kemi pull her back hold am. I fit see say Kemi dey overprotective, maybe she dey hide something.
"My daughter name na Aisha—Aisha wey mean ‘life’. Na her grandpapa give am," Kemi talk, smile. She stroke the girl's cheek, the girl relax small. For Naija, name dey carry weight, meaning dey matter.
The girl shock small, nod, but she no go back lean for her mama, she just go sit by window. She hug herself, look outside like person dey search for something. Her spirit dey distant.