MARRED

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - THE ATYPICAL MATCH

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"What could have happened to him?" The first man asked.

"He is heavily drunk. That's what. Please inform Mr. Okafor. We cannot have this one here until noon. He will just invite flies." The woman said nonchalantly.

"Sad. What a pity. So, his family is without a father and husband now?

"Tufiyakwa! Better to be manless and fatherless than have a drunk for one." The same woman repeated. "Biko, Uche!" she shouted out. "Come and help me with the coolers. The customers are waiting! And Isieng, go and tell Mr. Okafor to come and take the body away."

I stepped forward. It was Papa. He laid flat on his back, shirtless, eyes wide open. Was he sleeping? Papa likes too much play. How can he sleep with his eyes open?

Mama, Charity. They need to hear of this. They must be looking for him right now. For us. But, where was this? How had we gotten here? I had been running away...

The woman had already started to fill the cooler with white rice. My stomach grumbled, my mouth watered, I swallowed my spit. I was beyond hungry. I had not eaten for two days. Papa... I have to get him home. But how do I get him home without going back?

"Iya, please... Idi-aro, that's where he is from..."

"Ehen Isieng, you are back. You find Mr. Okafor?"

She was asking the boy who had just walked in.

"Mama, you see say Uncle Okafor no well? im say make we go tell police or carry him ourself go mortuary unless say we go pay money."

"On top watin na? Na me kill am?"

Money... Mortuary... Kill...what were they talking about. "That's... That is my father." I told them again, moving towards the corpse.

They did not see or hear me.

"Osaro." The woman called out. A boy my age came out through a door I did not know existed there. He yawned and stretched.

"Ehem Osaro, go call that Okafor wey no get any teeth again. If im no follow you come carry this body, I go tell Shasha watin im dey do o."

"Mama I just dey wake, make I chop fes na." The boy, Osaro complained.

At that, the woman picked her slipper and threw it at him as he ran towards the exit.

"Foolish child. All he does is eat, sleep and complain!"

The realization dawned on me. They... could not...see... me.

If they could not see me and they were saying Papa should be kept in the mortuary, didn't that mean we were both...