Chapter 6: Kpòkpò Truth

“How we go do am... make we just talk true.”

I no expect say na Ifeoma go talk first.

Her voice small, but strong. She look everybody for eye, mouth set. I dey respect her courage, even as I dey fear for my own body.

But as I see Halima, wey stubborn, stand for her back, I come understand.

Halima dey nod, dey rub Ifeoma back. For school, Halima na hard babe, but today, na fear I dey see for her face. Still, dem dey stand together. The rest of us dey look ground, dey think whether to talk or to keep mouth. Inside my chest, my heart dey beat kpokpo like bata drum, as I dey wonder if truth go really save us for this Naija wahala. For this kind place, truth fit be key—or na trap.