Kpa! Kpa!! Was the sound that welcomed Mrs Okoye to her termite shared compound. A breed for all rodents and this kept Mrs Okoye wondering what brought them to their compound which was as empty as her cooking pot.
"Papa Chinedu" Mrs Okoye called out.
Mmhmmm...was the sound she heard from the backyard; following the reply Mrs Okoye made her way to the backyard.
"And what are you doing?" Mrs Okoye asked. Her voice thick with so much disgust.
" Breaking Palm kernel. Want some?" Mr Okoye asked, knowing fully well he is awakening the beast in Mrs Okoye.
"Please keep your palm.... whatever to yourself" she said rolling her eyes. "And where is my son?" She asked peeping into her open kitchen with logs of firewood.
"My dear! Chinedu went to collect my money for firewood from Mrs Ifeoma. She is owing me five hundred naira." Mr Okoye said munching his palm kernel proudly.
"I have told you times without number we can't leave on selling firewoods. Because time of firewoods have faded most people use gas in their various homes so, Nwokem! 'a name commonly used for male born in Igbo land' Stop deceiving your self." Mrs Okoye said angrily.
"Woman! If firewood doesn't work out, Garri 'a food produced from cassava' will. " Mr Okoye said.
"Chai! 'an exclamation commonly used by Igbos' I am finished." Mrs Okoye said retying her head tie. "God of my ancestors where were you when I married this punishment I call a husband. From frying pan to fire! " Mrs Okoye said frowning. "Why can't you think straight? Ah! Papa Chinedu. "she sounded so disappointed.
"I am not a punishment but a blessing in disguise to you. You should be happy My dear." Mr Okoye said. "However, Chidinma called."
"Chidinma my daughter? Oooh! What a lovely news. Hope she is fine? " Mrs Okoye asked.
"She called asking for money, the two thousand naira I sent for her last month has finished ooo. hmmmm..your daughter eats money like food. Like mother like daughter." Mr Okoye said stretching his body.
"Can you hear yourself at all? Why do you always make your conversation with someone sour? What do you expect her to do? Don't you know she is a woman? Two thousand Naira, that's what you call money. " Mrs Okoye said with so much disgust.
"Woman enough with the WH-Questions. She should manage! I don't have money now. She should be patient." Mr Okoye said.
"My daughter have suffered. God please protect her for me." Mrs Okoye said giving Mr Okoye a cold stare.
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