“Are you still talking this rubbish?” asked Kamsi, clapping/dusting her
hands in the classic Yoruba woman move. Desi xxx And you are in support of this?”, she said to a their elder sister Ndidi
who looked as smug as Kamsi. A chore Amara hastily passed on to
her younger cousins whose lives were touched greatly and positively
by the departed chieftain. She learned to give way too little concern to her sisters
and the machinations of their little minds. Amara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “You knew what she was up to and
you are ok with it?” she wasn’t so much as granted a reply. The pomp and pageantry entailed in
the funeral of an Igbo chieftain was unduly long, and in Amara’s
opinion, pointless. Amara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. It hurt her that her ended their relationship on
hearsay, it hurt even more that her sisters were the perpetrators of her
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