She made a clicking sound with her tongue and retorted, “Is that what you should be talking about? I’m talking about the prospect of your getting married to Ezinne and you are here concerned about who ate out of a mad girl’s pot.” She finished with a hiss.
I straightened up now and asked, “But you know that she’s pregnant, right?”
My mother scoffed then hissed in an indifferent way. “Is it today? Who does not know in this village that that mad girl is a whore. That’s actually her fourth baby and no one knows what happens to the children after she puts to bed.”
“Mama, Zainab is not a whore, she’s just being sexually taken advantage of.”
“Indeed!” My mother gave me a disgruntled look. “Was she sleeping when they did it? Or was she forced to open her legs? Do not feel sorry for her at all, that girl is loose, very loose! She’s the definition of a dog! Nkita!”
“Then who’s father Kaka?!” I jolted to my feet now in anger.
My mother’s eyes slowly widened in shock. “Father Kaka? What has father Kaka got to do with this?”
“That doesn’t answer my question, mama.” I stated.
She sighed and sat down on the bench. “Father Kaka is your friend, Kalu.” I frowned in confusion.
“Kalu?” “Yes.” She answered. “And he’s the Reverend father heading the village parish. In fact, we are having a Communion service this coming Sunday.”
I was shocked, “You mean father Kaka is actually Kalu and he’s a priest.” “Yes, you ought to go visit him so that he can bless you.”
“Bless me?! I ought to go grab that sonofabitch by his garment and punch his face in.”
“Ehn! Son of gini?!” My mother exclaimed.
To be continued…
© Angela Okoduwa