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"I tried to mumbled "university", but I pronounced it as " univexity". Episode two of the story by Ikpe Comfort (Beatitude)


       All of a sudden, Mama looked at me and asked " what are you doing there"? I shook my head negatively and walked straight to her and said with a smile "I stoned the tree with sand, it did nothing to me".
Mama's mouth was wide opened and Uchenna's mother drew my ear and smacked my head. I never knew it wasn't sand that the tree will give in return, but sickness.

      Everyone in the community made sure their children did not take the route that leads to the Okasi tree; but I was so sure that Mama was the one who really watched my movement most especially after the first incident that happened at Mazi Afamefuna's compound.

        In the cold hour of one evening, I noticed everyone seems to be jubilating. I knew someone was back; maybe from abroad, but I never knew who she was. Mama was not at home at that time, neither was Papa. They've both gone to farm. The only thing I heard the villagers saying was " she is back from the university". Everyone was excited. I tried to mumbled "university", but I pronounced it as " univexity".

      When Mama came back from the farm, I told her about the stranger. Mama looked at me and said " so, you were well after your father and I left for the farm". 
I said "no" and looked confused, but gave Mama an innocent look.
"How did you see the stranger"? Mama added.
" Through the window" I lied.
Mama hissed and went away, but I laughed quietly and raised my left fisted hand up in the air. I didn't know when she came bad and gave me a knock on the head.

       When another Sunday arrived, I had thought about how fast the days were going. It was on our way back from church that we heard....



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