SASHA
“Wayyo! Na shiga ukuna!” I screamed, dropping the wooden turner on the floor and falling to my knees, gripping my hand tightly.
“Gimbiya!” Saude, Khairyy, and Atika all cried at the same time, rushing toward me. “Yau mun gama yawo!” Khairyy added, pressing her hands to her head.
Saude grabbed my hand, gently prying my fingers away and studying it. I couldn’t look, so I kept my eyes shut.
“Hurry, bring the first aid box,” Saude told Atika.
I pried my eyes open. “It’s fine…”
“It is not fine, Gimbiya. Your skin is peeling,” Khairyy said, already biting her nails.
She wasn’t wrong. The skin on my right hand looked raw and angry, and because I had rubbed it instinctively when the hot tuwo batter had splattered, it had peeled away and left a red, open patch behind.
It hurt. Terribl
