Ifeoma froze. The phone slipped slightly in her grip. She turned slowly and looked at her mother. Mama's eyes were already fixed on her. “But who was that and how did they get your number?” Ifeoma tried to breathe. “Mommy I—I don’t know. The person didn’t say name.” Mama took the phone, stared at the screen for a second, then gripped it tight. “Repeat.. They said what?” “They said I should stop hawking... or you will be harmed.” Mama’s chest rose and fell heavily. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she stood, tied her wrapper tighter, and whispered amidst
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