The pain we feel

e home. It had come in a white envelope, in

ow exactly what to feel at that moment, so I slumped and cried and

had this strange feeling of déjà vu. The melancholy was heavy, even as I l

stop and drove me home in his Mer

ead. She died yesterd

surprised Uncle Udeze was that I didn't cry, I shook myself off the car seat

He complained it was far more expensive than the school his children attended. And although my parents had left a lot of mone

sked me if I had done it before. I was confuse

tered my thing." When I said no, he yanked my ear and

pants down an

vered my mouth so no noise escaped. He thrusted and thrusted until I couldn't

ar

way at the slightest opportunity. He threatene

ife to her shop, and Nnanna, my brother, and I were meant to hawk, everything changed. Nnanna was running a

second. When I was done packing the items and simultaneously arranging them on

in the kitchen, so I decided to check

ice of someone gasping for breath. The melancholic tone of the sound made me more curious. I t

forcing himself

le he penetrated him with gusto. I was in tears when I opened the door in tears when I pul

d to my brother to run. As he slid into me and thrusted, I

from the next street who was in Primary Six. I had heard the same sound from

while he swiveled his waist in delirious pleasure. Girls who wailed and c

rother Nnanna. Barely ten years

................

people fighting, people jesting and throwing bants, and

ning cries with his rusty megaphone, screaming and shout

ers, I always resolved never to go to church or ever answer a Christian. My brother said Christi

her customers. A man who licked his mouth while she pouted. She dropped her plate immediately and landed him several resounding slaps in quick successi

my hero. Ma

ing and grabbed me, as usual. I shook myself free

ed at the same time. He

had picked after I saw how Mama Silifat us

iately like Mama Silifat's - so I hit again. A

w it feels to control power.

ge of the bottle. Stabbed him down to his l

blood - unconscious or may

y brother's room w

hings. We were leaving f

ncle Udeze?

. Now

ther to pack, I looked

g blurry, and the c

sign of