It was raining that December morning Ezinne died. We knew before tope said it because you see, it doesn’t rain in December, but it rained that morning.
Wasn’t it what Baba said? That we were not meant to touch the right wrist of Chief – he was fortified, touching his right wrist was challenging that power.
Who did Ezinne think she was? A hero?
Yes, Chief would have strangled her and used her for the blood sacrifice, but the rest of us would have been alive,wasn’t it all for the greater good?
It was a deafening silence as mother shuffled her way into my apartment. She was a formidable woman, my mother. Retired director of a popular bank, smart woman. Oh, and beautiful too, I owe my good looks to her.
She turned to me with a questioning expression on her face. I couldn’t explain the blood, so I blurted out something else, instead.
Ezinne was a freshman too but she was the life of the party. I remember how she bubbled over to us while we were fumbling with the dispenser, trying to figure it out.
Ezinne was like a lightbulb in the dark, and in the space of the next five minutes, we knew she grew up in Lagos, her parents were divorced and her mother, dead.
Too much info, Ezinne. Too much info.
I don’t watch the news, but Ezinne did.
Everyone knew my mother already but with Ezinne, it was different,one would think we had known her forever.
She knew when we moved to Abuja, and why. Mother couldn’t stop beaming, she fell in love with Ezinne that day and took her as her daughter – at least, the day she took us to Chief for the first time, it was what she introduced her as.
How do you think Mother got all her high profile clients and climbed her way up the corporate ladder?
We did the groundwork,she ran the overhead. It was good business and we were making money.
Mother had brought a client home, trying to convince him to open an account with her bank.
He was a popular exporter and I remember seeing his adverts on TV, he was worth a lot of money.
When he left our house that night, Mother had 500 million naira sitting pretty in her account and my innocence sacrificed on the altar of greed.
It was meant to be a web series but there was a stipulated word limit, so I couldn’t develop the plot then.
Do you guys think I should do that now? Let me know.