Thursday, 30 October 2014

FED UP!

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Mabel dialed her number but was told that her number was ‘switched off’. They were worried. 
  “Where could mummy have gone to?”
                After a while, Cynthia remembered. “I think she went to see Mimi. She put to bed last week.”
  “Are they still in the hospital?”
  “No, they came back last night. I think mummy is in their house.”
  “Okay. Their house is not far from here. Let’s go and check.”
                They left to go and see Mimi who was one of their neighborhood friends. They got to know through Mimi’s mother and their mother who were close friends. On their way, they met their mother coming back to the house.
  “Mummy good evening,” they greeted her.
  “Evening my loves,” she answered and hugged them. “Has it been long you came?”
  “Not very long,” Cynthia answered.
  “I went to see Mimi. You know she put to bed last week. They came back last night.”
  “Eiyaa. How did you know we came?” Mabel asked.
  “It was one of these boys that came to tell me that you came.”
  “How is she?”
  “She is fine o. I enjoyed carrying her baby oo.” She gave them a suspicious look.
                They laughed.
  “Don’t worry. You will soon carry your grandchildren.”
  “Amen oo.”
  “Let me use this opportunity and see her. I don’t know when next I will be free to come around,” Mabel suggested.
  “Okay.”
                They went back and saw Mimi. She was in the sitting room with her husband, mother and some visitors. They exchanged pleasantries. Mabel and co stayed a little while and left for their house.
  “What do I offer you?” their mother asked Mabel when they entered the house.
  “Offer who?” Mabel asked her. “Who is the stranger here?”
  “Don’t mind me o.” her mother laughed. “I always forget.”
  “Is it because I got my own apartment some months ago?”
  “Which months? It’s been more than two years.”
                Mabel went to the refrigerator to get water or anything she could drink.
  “You don’t have anything cold here,” she said.
  “We have not had light for two days now.”
  “Why?”
  “No one knows exactly. Some say the transformer is faulty; others say it is from the transmission line.”
  “What about your generator?”
  “It has been long I used it. Moreover, that generator cannot carry the refrigerator.”
  “You will need a generator that can carry your fridge.”
  “Do you need to bother yourself? It will be expensive o.”
  “And so? You deserve the best from us.”
  “Helping Cynthia with her schooling is a lot for you.”
  “I know.”
  “Mabel this is my final year o,” Cynthia said. “Forget the generator till I finish my project.”
                They laughed.
  “Get a rich boy friend,” her mother teased her.
  “Mummy,”
  “I am joking o.” 
                Mabel opened the windows well.
  “Here is stuffy o.”
  “Let’s go to the backyard then.”
As they passed the kitchen, Mabel saw some food stuffs on the table.
  “What are they for?” she asked her mother.
  “I wanted to cook soup before Mama Ejima came and we went to see Mimi. It can wait.”
                Mabel carried a tray of Egusi and went out with them.
  “That thing will take your time o,” her mother told her.
  “Not if we do it together.”
  “If you say so.”
                They sat on a bench and removed the back of the Egusi. Cynthia also joined them. They told stories as they worked on the Egusi. Mabel’s mum brought her up to speed on news she should know. Before long, they were done with the Egusi.
  “Bring the vegetable,” Mabel told Cynthia. “Let me cook the soup before I go back.”
  “Mabel,” Cynthia called, giving her a look.
Mabel understood. Cynthia wanted her to tell her mum what happened. She did not say anything. Cynthia went to the kitchen and called Mabel again. Mabel went to see her there.
  “Tell her na,” she told Mabel in a hushed voice.
  “I don’t know if I can tell her. She may say she told me but I didn’t listen.”
  “Just tell her.”
  “Any problem?” their mother asked from the backyard. “What are you looking for?”

  “I have seen the knife.”

(...to be continued...)

(c) 2014. Chinedu Isaac 

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