WAZOBIA: A Tale of Two worlds

Twenty four

Kachi came in the next morning. He'd spent the night at a friend's house.
I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of Nescafe coffee. Nonso had gone out and the helps were working. Asides that, the house was inactive.

"Simbi," he came up hurriedly and hugged me.

I stiffened, then patted his back.

"Kachi,"

He released me and grabbed my shoulder, "they told me you were fighting, Sim"

"I was not fighting," I defended myself, "I didn't even touch anyone"

"But you quarreled, and you were furious, and you threatened to kill brother"

I released myself and stirred the cup.

"Simbi," he said firmly.

"Yes I did"

"Why nau? Ehn? Let's have peace in this house, please Simbi, we could at least try to rebuild our family. Let's all be calm."

"Rebuild what? Kachi please don't be unrealistic this morning, you're just a child." I took the cup and left the kitchen. He followed me.

"The family. And I'm not a child Simbi," he stood in my front, "I am old enough to understand that I dont want a broken home. Not any more. And I want my kids to be able to meet their aunties and uncles and be loved."

I scoffed.

"There is ice cream in the freezer, go lick some, your head is overheating from the Nigerian sun." I sipped on my coffee.

He stared at me in disbelief and just sighed before moving toward the stairs.

I switched on the TV. The network here in the village was very bad so I couldn't spend all the time I wanted on the phone.

I was boiling water, once it was done I'd take a bath and drive the car out so I could see around and do some important primary things.

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The hissing sound of the hot water kettle called me up willingly from the black leather couch. I'd put on the TV and found absolutely nothing reasonable on it, and I didn't want to turn on the crime shows and series for fear that I would soon be featured on one or more of them.

I got up and carried my coffee mug to the kitchen then dropped it on the counter carefully and released my finger from the handle. With a slight click, the stove was turned off. The hissing sound reduced and I picked up the kettle with a potholder and carefully poured its contents into a bright red bucket.
Kachi strolled downstairs. 

"Kachi, I'm going out," I said, still pouring. I felt he should know.

"Okay. Should I know where?" He picked a garden egg from the table and took a bite.

"Nah. But I'd be back kinda late, so tell no one that would bother."

He chuckled a little, "Sure."
"wait, didn't they say something about you being at a village meeting today with brother and the elders? Is that where you're going?"

I picked up my bucket and set the kettle back on the now turned off stove. "Not at all"

"Kk"

I carried my bucket of hot water to my room and turned on the tap to take a bath. I would wear something very casual, and somewhat concealing so that you couldn't recognise me at first glance.