THE LIE
I resolved to find another baba who would do the jazz for me.
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A FEW DAYS LATER.
It was night, and I was getting ready to go home when Ngozi rushed toward me, breathless.
“Greater, come quickly!” she gasped, leaning on her knees.
“What’s going on?” I asked, confused.
“It’s Agu! He got into a fight and is beating the guy. No one can get close to him; if this keeps up, he might kill him!” she exclaimed, panting heavily. I quickly grabbed my bag and followed Ngozi to the scene.