Chapter 8: Shadow for Headlight
As we dey talk, white shadow just show for road front. At first, I think say na wrapper or plastic, but as headlight touch am, I see human shape.
Headlight catch am, everybody for truck see am—one girl for long white dress, small red flower for sleeve. The red stand out, like blood for snow. My hand dey grip steering strong.
Before I fit press brake, e don late. The truck just dey go her direction. My heart jump for throat. I ready for impact.
But e be like say na shadow, like NEPA light wey blink before dem take am—appear, disappear. She just waka inside air, no sound, no movement—like wind carry spirit pass.
"Na she? Na she?" Ibrahim shout, fear catch am. "She don come back!" His voice high, he curl body for chair.
"Keep quiet!" Uncle Musa shout for Ibrahim again. Him voice strong, but I see say hand dey shake for dashboard.
Kemi hold her daughter tight, but the girl just dey calm, though her face show confusion. "Mummy, I hear person dey call me." She touch ear, squint, as if she dey struggle with whisper wey only her fit hear.
Kemi quick cover her daughter ear. "No hear am. Na bad thing." She mutter prayer under breath, rub cross for neck.
"No fear. E fit be say na shadow for this environment dey play for our eye," I try calm them. Sometimes, Naija night dey play trick on mind—breeze, cloud, all join.
Uncle Musa quick agree, "Yes, yes, Brother Lawal don dey drive truck for years. E sabi pass us." He talk am like say he dey convince himself too.