A guy arrived from a long journey this evening to see his parents. On entering the house, he met his mum sitting on the edge of a seat in the sitting room propping up her jaw with one of her hands. With a smile, he quickly dropped his luggage on the center table & rushed to hug his mum as that had become a ritual which they started practising since his childhood, but the woman did not move. What is wrong mum? Are you ok? What has happened? He felt confused & was anxious to get her response but none came out of her mouth. What of papa? He asked after a long bewildering silence. Prompted by a wild curiosity, he walked into his dads room & behold there he lay with his back on the bed gazing up at the ceiling. Good evening papa, he greeted with a hushed & shaky voice as he bent down to focus on his dads iron face. The old man didnt seems to hear or see him at all for he had continued to keep his eyes on the ceiling. What is it papa? Who has died? Please, tell me. Nobody has died, he heard his mum shout from the sitting room. It is all about that Nwoye! Nwoye!!, she added with more power to her voice Who is Nwoye mum? He asked storming back to the parlour. It is that man called Nwoye that has made your father mad, she cried aloud. Who is this Nwoye? It is not Nwoye my son, shouted his father from his room. It is Maoyes!!! Who is this Maoyes? My guy was still asking this question as he called me on phone this evening. Please can someone here help him?
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 06:53:04 +0000
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