Adawalked out of that hospital with one earring. The other one was taken on a 4am street in Ajegunle by three men who knew her route. Who knew she walked home alone. Who had been paid to make sure she never came back. Three days rest. Then akara. Then the mattress. Then Mama’s money. One thing at a time. One naira at a time. “Still here. Still going. Still here.”