She rushed out of the house with a heavy load on her head, drastically she moved without minding what would become of the baby in her womb. She had been cheated by nature many times, now, she wanted to go and face her ‘Chi’ and ask her why she tormented her with children that could not come and stay. She thrust all the things she met on her way aside and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
All that she wanted is to get to the other phase of the world where the pains of motherhood won’t hurt her again. The pains that pierced through her body every year does not make her a successful woman but a failure as she sees herself.
She must go and see her ‘Chi’ and know from her if she was a worst kind of woman that calamity should befall her all the time. Last week, she lost her husband, Obikaku, who went hunting and couldn’t return home again. He only told them that he was going to check his traps in the bush and he never returned home again. He didn’t return home to see his family. He didn’t say goodbye to them, he didn’t bring the bush meat he promised to bring to the family.
He just left; went to the otherside of the world where human souls speak of truths and honest, then left them here to perish where demons hunt for human souls. He left them with nothing but a broken promises that bleeds blood. He left them with debts to pay; debt of palm wines, his age grade meetings, the goods he bought on credit. He left with so much debt that his fifth generation won’t be able to pay. And now on the ground is her son, Obigbo, who collapsed this morning.
The earth has mocked her enough, the sun has baptised her enough with suffering, she wanted to end it all; end the madness that looks at them like a friend but he is an enemy; enemy of progress. The air has tortured them enough, the water now looks at them like people without hope. The dancing of the grasses around her home does not mean the grasses are happy for her, but the dance signified anger; anger and pains in their side, pains; because she has failed the world as a woman who lost all she had in the cold hands of death and, anger; because she has no one to talk to as a child except that which laid on the ground lifelessly.
She kept moving at a faster pace without looking back. Her hair looked dirty and unkept, on her was a tattered cloth which foretells the future. All the veins in her body stood, her breast kept thrusting her backward but she continued in her race with the demons of frustration that followed urging her to commit the suicide in her mind, her head; heavy with an emotions so rare to find among humans.
“Ugonma! Ugonma!! Some screeched in fear.
“Come back! Come back and don’t kill yourself!
Others shouted going after her.
“Life is unfair” some waved their heads in pity.
To be continue………………………………………………..