Chapter 6: Trouble at the Palace
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One day, I wait tire, she no come. I know say something no right, I send my secret boys make dem find her! Boys wey fit waka for night, wey nor dey fear police or juju.
But dem come back talk say na palace dem carry her go! As I hear am, cold just catch my blood! I freeze, sweat dey pour for my back like say I run race. I no get anything again, I no dey fight for anything—why e still wan collect the last hope wey remain for my life? The thought dey press my heart, as if heavy stone dey inside my chest. For Naija, if king wan collect, e dey collect well. I just whisper, "God abeg, make dem no use my head for sacrifice."
I just hold my chest, beg God—if this wahala swallow me, who go remain for Madam?