Chapter 5: Aftermath and New Resolve

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Next day, as I enter class, Tobi come straight to me.

His footsteps were slow, like person wey dey test ground before stepping. He clutched a notebook, wearing that guilty look Naija boys get when dem need help for assignment.

I no even look up, just dey read my book.

I adjusted my glasses, acting busy, my face blank like Monday morning.

But the guy dey restless.

He hovered, then cleared his throat twice. Other students glanced over, sensing drama.

“Amaka, I fit forgive yesterday, but you must apologise to Halima and pay her double the money.”

He said it with the entitlement of person wey never fight for anything. I raised my head slowly, my eyes cold, voice ready, heart steady.

I smiled small, ready for war. This time, nobody go use my head.