Reason To Leave/Stay: Chideziri POV

I check my phone for messages. 

There's no notification on the screen. At least, no useful notification. Just the expected barrage from Men dem and a reminder of lessons scheduled for ten o'clock at school. 

I sigh and slip the device into my pyjama's pocket. 

A perfectly ordinary morning. 

I go about doing my chores. Sweeping. Dusting. Washing and drying surfaces. A heavy layer of dust has coated the entire country by now. 

Chalkly spicy air which settles brown on our eyelashes, snuff-coloured brown. 

Brown film on the stretch of cars abandoned in that garage on the way to school, for-sale stickers pasted on them all. 

Brown breeze. 

Flowing browned-white kaftan on the mallam's body. 

The sun has already risen when Mumsi emerges, high up above cobalt cloudlessness. She's kept her door locked, bolted from the inside since the police station. 

The police station; th