Chapter 4: Escape Plans

After that day, Chinelo go dey talk say she tire for her mama, say she wan make my mama be her own. I think say na joke, I no know say she fit use soul swap take collect my mama for real.

We go laugh for class, she go say, "If to say I be Ifedolapo, eh!" I go just shake head, dey wonder why she dey talk like that. I no know say e serious for her mind.

"Ifedolapo, just accept am. This life, both of us no fit swap back."

She talk am with bold face, like person wey win jackpot. I just dey look her, dey wonder if jazz dey this world.

As I dey reason, Chinelo don already drink all the drugged zobo finish, don dey run go that black school run car wey dey always carry me after school.

Her leg dey fly, she no even look back. Me, I just stand like olodo, dey process everything.

As I dey watch her dey happy dey go, I slowly wear her old backpack, find her mama small keke napep for the crowd, and for my mind, I just sigh relief.

I look that keke, the torn seat and brown tape for the handle. I no even care. My spirit just free.

Thank God, I don finally escape from my mama.

I dey thank God say, maybe now, life go soft small. Even if na poverty, at least peace dey.