THE VILLAGE GIRL. .. .EPISODE 4

THE VILLAGE GIRL. .. .EPISODE 4

She started noticing the signs some days
ago; the new change to her flow, a milky
difference, slight and strange, the unusual
tenderness of her bosoms and the new
sensation at her Tip area.
And there was the killing fatigue. She would
barely get by an hour without feeling like
dropping down on whatever soft, stretch her
legs and sleep.
Things were still normal enough with the
changes though…till the onset of the
morning sickness. That was when Onyiudo
Ekemma, her mother, confirmed her
suspicion and she reacted.
She watched her that morning till the loud
retching sounds stopped.
She spat and took a cup of water from the
tall metal drum. Her eyes were all teary as
she drank a bit of water, gurgled and threw
it out.
She was on a repeat when she heard her
mother’s voice.
‘Bia, Nwamma, come here!’
Her heart pounded as she dragged towards
her.
Onyiudo Ekemma stared at her with near
disgust, like someone with an unsightly boil
on her face.
She touched her face, pressed down the
skin area around her eyes and jerked her
face to a face.
She yelped, slamming her palms together.
‘It has finally happened! My enemies have
tried me and gotten me!’
She examined her daughter’s face again.
She clapped again. ‘Ewoo! This girl has
finally done it! Hey! Finally she has brought
shame to me!’
Her younger brother came out then. He
asked their mother what the problem was
but Onyiudo Ekemma shoved him aside and
picked one of her rubber flip-flops.
‘Foolish girl! Tell me who is responsible!’
The slapping sounds of flexible plastic burst
in the air, peppered with loud screams of
pain.
Onyiudo Ekemma was unrelenting.
‘Tell me now! Tell me the he-goat you
opened your legs for! Tell me!’
Pa pa pa pa, went the slaps on her back,
shoulder, buttocks, anywhere that seemed
possible now.
She held her firm with one hand so that
running off was not an option.
Finally she was able to and she ran deep
down the small bush bordering their
compound. She stood under the avocado
tree and tried to breathe.
Onyiudo Ekemma was unrelenting still.
‘Your bags are outside!’
Her screaming voice was followed by
jingling sounds of materials thrown off
carelessly. ‘Go to the man that has
impregnated you! You can’t live with that
shame in my house!’
Her voice lowered. ‘Mbanu, no! It can never
happen. I did not bring shame to my
mother so why would my own be different.’
‘Mama, what is–‘
‘Bia nwokem, run inside now before I
descend on you!’
The young boy quietly went inside.
Onyiude Ekemma cursed some more before
she entered her room and dressed up for
the market.
She didn’t talk with her fellow traders at
the market and even shouted at her
customers.
‘Go! If you don’t want to buy go! Do you
not know what is happening in the North
right now? Dont you know that bokoharam
have seized bama? Dont you know that
shekau is still alive? Do you think we
cultivate onions? Did I cultivate the onions
myself?’
The people that knew her before, her
sprightly attitude and refreshing perkiness,
were amazed.
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