Chapter 3: Evidence and Showdown

I snap picture, take video as evidence, then prepare make Sunday carry me go meet Mama Ajoke.

My hand dey shake as I snap—if dem catch me, wahala go burst. I make sure my phone full. I take different angles. If dem ask, evidence dey. No time to waste.

But Sunday stand for outside greenhouse, no move.

As I pack my phone, I notice say Sunday leg don freeze. Him eyes dey shine, but e dey hesitate.

I ask, "Why you no dey come?"

I dey try understand if e dey fear or e get another plan.

Sunday dey chew cigarette butt, rub him finger. "That old woman wahala pass as you think."

He talk am slow. The way he rub finger, e be like say him dey remember old fight.

I grit my teeth, give am another three thousand naira.

Money dey solve problem for Naija. I just bring out extra, count am reach three K. Hand am over.

Sunday eyes shine, he pack the money for pocket sharp sharp.

His hand fast, e no even look side. He smile, nod. I know say wahala dey wait, but I ready—today, Mama Ajoke story go change.