GRIMACE 2
Soon
it was New Year’s Eve and obviously my days were numbered in the
village. But believe me what I envisaged my return to the village to
be was a stark difference from what I am experiencing. Mama’s
suspicious looks often gave me weak feet and had me living on a
lifeline. At times I felt like an animal being sliced through the
throat to die whenever her eyes came in contact with mine.
“Chukwuma,
if one plucks fruit with the
intention of filling his bag, he falls to his death at the base of
the tree. Remember the day of war is not the day
of judgement.”
This
was another firing line from Mama that caused goose pimples all over
my body and I couldn’t stand it. Why on earth will my own mother
not to happy to see her son successful? Maybe she was only being mean
because she was still hurting from the death of my twin sister,
Oguchi. After all, something must give way for something to come in.
Despite her dramas, Papa always leapt to my defence as he seemed to
be the only one that understood the reason for my action. He was
always on hand to encourage me to be a man.
On
New Year ’s Day during the wee hours of the morning, I sat on my
bed wondering how I could visit Oguchi’s grave, but suddenly a hand
from the small window tapped me. I became nervous and tensed up. Then
a voice spoke to me and urged me to make way to the lonely road
beside the house that leads to the village stream. The voice said I
would die if I didn’t yield to the command. I was startled and also
feared for my life. Though I couldn’t see anybody, I had to
promptly follow the voice until I got to a lonely place that looked
like a shrine. Quickly a person covered in apparel showed up from the
bush and suddenly uncovered its face. On seeing the person’s face,
I passed out…
To
be continued…
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