Blessing owned a gold chain she wore to every wedding, every church service, every burial ceremony.
One Monday morning, she screamed that it was missing.
She tore through the house, throwing cushions off chairs, slamming cupboard doors, pulling out drawers.
Then she stopped.
She turned slowly and looked directly at Adai.
And she smiled.
“Search the kennel,” she told Chief Okafor.
They walked to the backyard, pulled up the torn sack where Adai slept, and there it was—the gold necklace folded neatly underneath.
Adai knew she had never touched it.
She knew Blessing had planted it there.
But who would believe a 12-year-old girl the entire town had already branded a witch?
Chief Okafor grabbed his daughter by the arm and slapped her across the face hard.
It was the first time he had ever hit her.
And the expression in his eyes as he did it was not anger or disappointment.
It was something far worse.
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It was emptiness.
He felt nothing at all.
Blessing pushed for more. She demanded that Chief Okafor send Adai away to a village, to a relative, anywhere.
But the man refused.
Not because he loved his daughter.
Not because guilt had finally caught up with him.
He refused because he still needed her labor.
The cooking, the cleaning, the washing, the water fetching, the market runs.
If Adai left, who would do all of it?
So the girl stayed, but Blessing made sure staying was worse than leaving could ever have been.
She took away the one torn wrapper Adai used as a blanket inside the kennel.
Harmattan season came early that year, and the December nights turned cold enough to crack dry skin.
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Adai lay on bare concrete with nothing between her body and the cold except the dogs pressing themselves against her sides.
Three animals sharing their body heat with a human child that other humans refused to keep warm.
That was the arrangement.
The dogs gave her more warmth than her own father ever did.
And then came the betrayal that broke something permanent inside her.
One evening, Chief Okafor called Adai into the parlor.
Her heart jumped because she thought maybe, after all this time, he was going to say something kind.
Maybe he had finally seen enough.
Maybe he was going to tell Blessing to stop.
She stood before him with her hands behind her back, waiting.
He sat in his chair, looked at her with tired, bloodshot eyes, and said, “Adai, if you were a better child, she would treat you better. You bring these things upon yourself. Stop causing trouble in my house.”
