Chapter 12: Family and Hope

My heart just block, everywhere dark for my mind.

The hope wey I dey carry, e just fall. Na like when candle go off for wind, darkness go swallow everywhere. I dey feel alone, more than before.

“She dey the sheep pen wey nobody dey look face, only two people dey guard. To save her no too hard...”

Na plea, small hope still dey inside. I dey try push him to do something, even if na for his own pride.

Fifth Prince hiss.

The hiss sharp, like snake. E mean say him no send me, no send my mama. The world cold for inside that hut, colder than harmattan outside.

“So na trap you Fulani people dey set?”

His suspicion strong. For our place, trust dey hard to find, especially when wahala dey ground. His words dey make me feel like stranger, even as I dey beg for my own blood.