When the women in my family gather, sitting with them fills me with anger, a sore throat that won’t go even though I drink cup upon cup of water. An itch that I can’t reach.
Aunty Obia had turned prayer warrior last year after her 3rd wedding anniversary
ith no child to show for it yet.
She was a ghoulish version of her previous self, all the fasting and sorrow taking away any form of joy in her eyes. She was always looking for the newest prayer houses, flooding our family group with different prayer channels.
Aug 13, 2022 • 17 tweets • 4 min read
18. That was how old she had been when the Arinze’s moved into house 7. 18.
When they had come to theirs to introduce themselves and the first time she saw Ekene. He was just beginning to grow a moustache.
His voice had deepened already and his fingers, she wouldn’t forget them.
They were the first things she had noticed as she gave him the glass of juice they used for, noticing them because she couldn’t bear to look him in the eye.
No one had affected her this way.
