Chapter 8: Spirit Hope

Timi don see am.

As Timi hold the bead, I dey float closer, dey beg make him remember me. Spirit voice low, but my hope dey high. Timi eye dey search the bead, hand dey shake, breath dey deep. If Timi fit connect, if e fit decode the spirit wey dey inside bead, maybe—just maybe—e go fight for the real me.

As I dey watch, my spirit dey strong again, dey prepare. Even if world no see me, even if love blind everybody, I no go let my own story end for spirit world. Something go give. Spirit wey get hope, fit move mountain—even if e be small bamboo shoot for back of compound.