Chapter 3: Hope Dey Die Small Small
Halima rush come hold my hand, her voice cold like ice.
Her grip was iron, her eyes narrowed. "Where you see this bead?" she demanded.
"You, how Garba family coral bead take reach your hand?"
I freeze, heart pounding. The room seem to shrink, everyone dey hold their breath.
Cold just catch me, I try dodge.
I fumble with my wrapper, try hide the bead. My palms wet with sweat.
But e too late.
Halima, vexed, grab my hair, drag me go outside.
Pain shoot for my scalp as she pull me. The servants dey look, some dey laugh, some dey pity.
I dey fear, dey protect my belle, na only my stomach I fit guard as she drag me go out.
I hold my belle, dey beg God make my pikin safe. Simi follow, eyes wide with fear.
When we reach compound, she push me fall ground.
I hit the earth hard, dust rise for afternoon sun. The smell of akara still dey air, market women voice hush as they watch.
Dem pour dirty water for my head.
The water cold, soak me finish. Laughter ring everywhere, sharp and wicked. My hair dey my face, tears mix with dirt.
"Wash that ashawo smell comot—no go dirty commander house!"
Their words hot like slap. I bite my lip, taste blood and shame.
"Everybody, open eye see who be the real madam for this house!"
Halima raise hand, crowd dey jeer, some spit for ground near me.
I dey soak, shame just full my body.
The humiliation burn, hotter than the sun. I close my eyes, wish I fit disappear.
Simi rush come cover me, but old women kick her well well.
She cry out but no run. Her loyalty be my only comfort, and I thank God for her.
"Wetin dey happen here?"
Garba appear suddenly.
His voice sharp, command silence. Crowd freeze, heads bow.
He look me, face dey twist with many things—anger, regret, confusion.
Halima change face, run go hold Garba hand.
She start to cry, voice dey tremble. "Garba, abeg, no vex. Na small matter."
"Garba, nothing dey. Mama just come see my younger sister, but she talk back, so dem teach her lesson."
She smile, dey bat eyelash. Elders nod, believe her lie.
As she dey talk, she eye me with warning.
The message clear: talk and your wahala go double. I lower my head, swallow pride.
She no need worry.
I don learn say silence fit save life.
Even if Garba know, he go always support her.
Their bond strong, built on secrets and lies. I be outsider.
Maybe as he see say I too pitiful, Garba talk for me, for once.
He glance at me, guilt for him eye. "No too much. She be junior wife, after all. Discipline am as you want next time."
My heart just break.
His words cold, final. Something inside me shatter, hope dey die small small.
For their eye, person like me na just object—use am when you want, throway am when you no need.
I be thing, not person. My hope dey leak like water for basket.
After I drag myself up, I think: But shame no dey kill—na only hope dey die small small.
The sun hot, the dust dey rise, but I wipe my face, hug my bundle, and waka away. Tomorrow fit better, but today, I just dey survive.