“Call me Wura again” he had once said buried under his books. Wura was mad she often concluded, he lived and breathed books, he ordered them in tons and would have no one arrange them, he talked to them and cried on them but in all his madness, Wura had a simplicity she alone could understand, maybe it was because she was only a child. They both loved the smell of the rain but not the sound, they both loved the taste of earth on stone but not the feel, they both loved to live but not in the world you and I know..
Several calendar pages had turned and with each, he had gotten bolder and more comfortable with his life. He loved his wife more- he could never love another not even Amina. His walk and talk had changed, he laughed easily, moved lighter and never missed a chance to make more money regardless of the cost, he had been promoted and he had friends flocking around him. He no longer felt restless, his conscience, he had seared.
The next day, I had gone into her garden, I had played, drawn circles, jumped over shrubs, made cornrows out of leaves and pulled out plants. Mama had stared revealing no shock. She had dragged me with my ears, stripped off my clothes, shaved my hair and made me sit in a bath filled with holy water before beating the demon out of me. I screamed for Sisi.
I had tossed, turned and listened to the lizards above me playing chase. Above all, I woke up thinking “Spain”. Everything had been arranged, my passport was ready and my link had been duly settled. I had gone through the orientation the last three days. My name is Buze and I believed I would make my fortune in Spain……
She walked with ease and assurance, her child cried not but took deep and heavy breaths to assure his mother that he was alive. He seemed to know of her plans and worked with her to ensure that her plan was accomplished to the letter. When Shetima dropped her child at the steps of the church, she had no regrets. Her other sons had been more handsome than he, they had been more hairy than he and they had at least shown some sense of attachment to her. The new one was only a burden that she could not add to the mouths she found so hard to feed….