Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 81
I got to the room with my hear
beating faster than normal. That
would be my first close contact
with a corpse that had left the
mortuary. There inside the dark,
cold and lonely room I set to
work. But first I murmured a few
open ended dialogue with the
corpse.
“You know it’s me Spain – your
grandson. I’ve come to make
sure you looked beautiful and
well kept until after you’re
committed to final rest. I believe
you won’t hurt your beloved.”
This I said in a few seconds
before I mounted the stool I had
carried along with me for the
job.
It took me about thirty minutes
before i fixed the electricity and
set the fan blowing directly on
her. I took a good look at her
before I left the room. My uncles
and aunts all expressed surprise
at the brave man I had become.
Ifeoma was feeding my elder
sister’s baby when I saw her. She
seemed to have worked her way
into everyone’s heart. It was
more a competition who she’ll be
attending to. Her name was
virtually on everyone’s lips. All I
kept hearing for the few minutes
i sat with them was “nne, come
and bring garri for me”; “eh
nwanyi oma, biko test that soup
whether the salt is enough” and
many others.
I smiled with each mention of
her name. It was as if I had made
the right choice. You know that
feeling when you bring a girl
home and everybody seems to
like her. It was only my dad that
was oblivion of what was going
on. He was preoccupied with
settling all traditional rites
necessary for a successful burial.
Anyways, I cared less of what his
reaction would be since it
seemed my mum liked ifeoma.
One thing i’ve grown to
understand is that the easiest,
fastest and surest way to get my
dad’s approval on any issue is to
have my mum on your side.
Sometimes, I wonder if she’s my
dad’s brain box except for a few
times when my dad would
blindly stick to his opinion even if
he’s obviously on the wrong
path. This usually happens if he
feels his ego and position as the
man of the house is threatened.
At those times, it will be better
for him to encounter loss as a
result of his decision than for
him to buy your opinion.
We later returned to my dad’s
house to prepare for the wake
keep. My mum called us out as
soon as we climbed the stairs to
my dad’s veranda.
“Spain, you will be sleeping in
your room with some of the
guests in case you want to sleep
and Ifeoma will be sleeping in my
room with your elder sister. Do
you understand?” My mum
instructed sternly. I knew it! I
knew we still had much to
discuss. My mum cannot just let
us go back without some serious
discussion. I was even not too
comfortable with her closeness
to Ifeoma. I had wondered if
she’s no longer my morally strict,
evil non-tolerating, godly mother.
In fact, I could not have rest of
mind until she had said
something to me about my
action. She can’t possibly be
acting all lovey-dovey for nothing.
It’s either she’s pretending as to
not embarrass you or she’s
actually studying you.
We returned to the wake keep
venue to meet the place already
lively. The live band group was
dishing out various christian
tracks. People had already started
converging. I took my position at
a corner with little light coverage.
I needed a place where I can
easily steal some kisses
unnoticed. The presence of too
many people and activities had
created little space for us to be
together alone. I wasn’t longing
for sex. No. Not under my
father’s roof. But a few kisses
under the mango tree won’t be a
bad idea.
Anyways, I was determined to
get a little compensation and that
accounted for my seat choice. I
noticed one of my village
girlfriends parading all about.
She was obviously trying to get
my attention but the presence of
Ifeoma was not helping matters.
After about an hour of christian
songs the band switched over to
‘Ghana’ music. For the first time
in our relationship I saw Ifeoma
went into this unexplainable
frenzy. She began displaying
some crazy dance steps with
such expertise. She totally took
over a new personality. She was
dancing and twisting her waist
in such a way that would make
Shakira and Beyonce convulse in
envy.
Our first daughter (Ada) and my
immediate elder sister came and
dragged her into the main open
space where many people had
already turned to a dance floor. It
was such a good sight watching
my two sisters (all married then)
and Ifeoma try to beat each
other in dance moves. I was
watching the beautiful display
when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around, lo and behold it
was Nkechi – my village girlfriend.
“Spain, so you came back and
never bothered to see me eh? If
not for your dad who saw me
and asked if I knew you
returned, maybe it’s because of
the little girl I heard you came
back with,” Nkechi said as if I
owed her any explanation. The
one thing that caught my
hearing was her calling my dad
and the role he played. She’s
fond of bringing my dad into our
every discussion. Always trying to
make it seem like she’s the
chosen one for me and my dad
ain’t making it any less
confusing. He would always drop
one or two comments for her
that seem to convey a subtle ‘my
future daughter-in-law’ message.
I was still calculating how and
what to reply her when I saw
Ifeoma walking towards us in
what seem like a rage… chai, omo
see gobe!
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