C.I. Atumah

Your stepmother was a woman of little wants. In the beginning, she just wanted to feed your father, and you consequently. When your mother died of breast cancer four years ago, your stepmother visited with the other sympathizers, bringing bowls of jollof rice and tomato stews and soups. Ofe egusi today, ofe ogbono tomorrow. The men also brought crates of beer which they downed with your father in silence as they watched NTA and talked about misfortunates other than your mother’s death.