The ledger showed I paid less. My friend said I was lying. Then the school deadline came.

That cooperative nearly finish me. Two years ago, Funke was about to enter SS3 and the school fees was staring at me like landlord.

I joined the market cooperative. Every week I drop my money. My friend Bisi was keeping the book. Bisi wey I know since we dey sell together for Agege, the same woman wey hold my hand when I lost my second pregnancy. I trust her pass my own sister.

Contribution day reach. She open the ledger. My name show say I pay small small. Half of wetin I give her.

I say Bisi wetin be this. She look me straight for eye and say I no pay. Say maybe I dey confuse myself.

Oluwa o. My chest was burning. I no fit shout for market. I just stand there.

School deadline was two weeks away. Two weeks. And my money don turn to air.

I no sleep. I count my savings. I borrow small from my sister for Ibadan. I sold my gold earring, the one my mother gave me when I marry. I paid the fees. Barely.

I never fight Bisi. I just stop talking to her. Till today she no greet me, I no greet her.

Lesson? Keep your own record. Even if na your sister. Even if na person wey hold your hand when you dey cry. Write am down. Because when money enter the middle, memory dey change.