Chapter 3: Broken Glass

Suleiman don commot. The way im car horn sound for compound, you go know say na oga dey leave. I sit down for front of TV, dey look like say my mind no dey. My eye dey far, dey think deep, I no even know wetin dem dey show for TV.

Then I carry the glass wey he use just now, fling am go TV. The glass fly for air, bounce for the wood cabinet before e break. TV just shake, but the glass scatter for ground. The sharp noise loud, the thing jolt the house girls wey dey sweep for corridor.

The noise make the house girls shout. Dem run come parlour, dey look me, mouth open. One of dem hold broom, another one dey bite finger. Me, I just hug my knees, siddon for there dey cry. The tears just dey fall anyhow, my chest dey shake.

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Suleiman na my nightmare before. The memory dey like mosquito—no dey die, just dey disturb. For secondary school, na im worst pass for all the people wey dey show me pepper. He go carry all my books throw am for window, dey look from upstairs. E go dey laugh, e no even care whether I dey beg am.

He go arrange with other students make dem no gree talk to me, then push those girls make dem drag me go toilet slap me. Sometimes dem go lock me for toilet, I go dey cry sotey I go sleep for there. As long as na Suleiman dey lead, nobody go fit help me. Because Suleiman na pikin of big business oga.

Dem even get building for our school wey im papa donate. The big white one for assembly ground. He dey lead for all the mocking, that time showing me shege be like new trend for class. I hear say many girls dey crush on im face. But for me, na demon wey dey disturb my sleep every night.

This kind person! But, seven years after we graduate—He say na me he wan marry! Me wey run from am, now na im dey chase me.