Chapter 5: Facing the Crowd

Outside, everybody look me one time.

Na like court. Silence heavy, eyes everywhere. Some dey pity, some dey mock.

Mr. Okoli hold phone, mouth open, shout: “You never reach forty, you don get Alzheimer’s?”

His voice ring loud, echo for corridor. I just smile small, my mind calm. Na so the journey reach this last stop.

I look all of dem—friends, enemies, people wey I carry for back. Na so life be. I raise head, ready for anything.