Akala sat on a plastic chair-(its legs complaining of her weight), on the verandah one saturday evening absorbing the natural breeze. The weather was hot, quite unbearable. She had tossed and turned on the worn out matrass; lines of sweat on her neck like chains choking her, the room still and stuffy as though intentionally ceasing the oxygen making breathing impossible just to punish her. She grumbled out of bed after failed attempts to force herself to sleep. Now seated at the verandah, her supergetti top soaked with sweat and appreciating the once in awhile flow of breeze; she magneted herself to Mama Nkechi and her cliques gist. Akala had a trait. She could sit in a mist for hours passing the flow of laughter evenly and still remained un noticed- she has heard things she shouldnt have and seen things she shouldnt have; or she could be at home in a min and see her returning home same min. Its not as though Akala was smallish in statue or dark skin, she took after her father in height and size like an iroko tree but she has an aura about her-an aura of invisibility. Mama Nkechi, her neighbour owned a small kiosk that sold a small portion of everything beside the compound gate, had quaried her about her trait and nicknamed her spirit. Ahn ahn... Akala you be you i see for yard? mama Nkechi asked at the market infront of a woman selling vegetables. Yes na. I do something? If una no go buy anything, no dey block my market abeg veg seller frowned sprinkling water on her vegetables. E dey your body Mama Nkechi hissed pulling Akala aside. How you take reach market? I fly. How i won do am before? I go sound you now mama Nkechi made a gesture. You dey do like spirt, deliverance o, deliverance So, Akala intrigued by Mama Nkechi and her cliques conversation under the fruit tree moved a little closer to better hear them. Fechi that your bobo nkor? Shola asked smacking her over due weavon. That guy... Fech began smoothening her dreadlock, chewing gum and releasing the kin kin kin sound. She looked like one that has swam in the pool of immorality at a young age. i bin dey treat am with strong hand cos if not them go do you like mumu. Oneday, i dey run my mouth. My bobo push me inside room, lock door beat me ehn... Oh Jesus. The guy beat shege comot for my head. I beg am, cry, for where? They laughed, Akala stared strangely at them. wetin kon happen? Bukky asked. i pretend to faint.my bobo begin beg baby i love you... Please i love you. Him and boniface rush me go clinic. I learn to talk well since then Fechi chuckled. They laughed and diegested that moral lesson. My bobo come back pull trouser say him won do. Me don weak cos the work that day tire me. As i won explain, my guy begin rack, dey shout. The next thing na gbosa gbosa gbosa! for my face... Na so i jejejeje lie down make him do Bukky said amused. anytime wey him won dance shoki, i gree o E good like that. If you no gree do,na so e go find another woman outside begin born pikin anyhow Mama Nkechi said. what low thinking is this? Akala thought. My guy dey collect my money, money wey i suffer for. E say... How him take put am sef? Shola paused thinking and smacking her weavon in an even rhythem perhaps jerking her memoryYes! What is yours is mine she laughed resting on Fechi. we need chin gum our guys dem if not them go find another shima go Mama Nkechi advised. They laughed, nodding in agreement. They narrated their tales like one would recollect ones childhood days and dismissed abuse as mere discipline and wallow in the atmosphere of nostalgia. One after the other they left leaving Akala unnoticed and in total disbelief- disappointed disbelief.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 08:59:19 +0000
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