Sitting in a quiet corner of the tarp tent erected for the funeral
service, Amara looked as disinterested in the entire affair as cat
presented with a bowl of salad. And you are in support of this?”, she said to a their elder sister Ndidi
who looked as smug as Kamsi. Okxxx Her eyes heat
up as molten tears burn through her ducts and percolate on her lids. She looked across the massive compound that held the guests to her
mother who sat timidly amidst her family members. She looked small
and defeated. Local fireworks exploded in the air, deafening and destructive. She learned to give way too little concern to her sisters
and the machinations of their little minds. A chore Amara hastily passed on to
her younger cousins whose lives were touched greatly and positively
by the departed chieftain.
