“Forget the limp,” he said when he caught Kambi’s eyes settled on that unfortunate leg. “This one here works like a jackie.” And she did. She was worth the five thousand naira agents’ fees Kambi paid the gateman. And the three thousand she gave the gateman for her family every month. The girl had never given Kambi any reason to complain until two days ago.
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