My brother ran out like a mad man, after the thirtieth whip from Daddy’s koboko landed on his naked back, reddened with blood.
He returned with Mrs. Okoro. She lives next door with her children, Cynthia and Emmanuel. Just this afternoon Cynthia and I were gossiping in my room.
Mrs Okoro narrated how Tega came pleading for her help in persuading our parents that he was innocent this time around, and how—to her utter shock, Emmanuel went in and produced Cynthia’s bag.
Mrs Okoro returned Mummy’s money and apologised on behalf of Cynthia.
Daddy began to treat Tega’s wounds.