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A Tale of Amara III

A TALE OF AMARA III Somehow, her sisters had convinced Kosi that she and Kene had a forbidden romance going on. Somehow, they’d convinced themselves and Kosi that she was going to ruin any relationship or marriage so long as she stayed around Kene. Given the choice, Kene chose his sister. The tale was the personification of incredulity. Never, not once, had she done anything untoward with her sisters’ lovers. She never fancied them or wanted them in any way. Her brother, while she would never admit her crush on him to anyone, was not an object of her fantasies. Her sisters were way out of line with that accusation. Angered and embittered she turned away from the women who would accuse her for man’s fall from Eden if given the chance and marched straight to their mother. Evelyn Utaba was livid. Her well aged face, with nary a wrinkle, was hidden beneath a mask of distaste at the topic of her daughters’ conversations. “What kind of rubbish discussion is that? How could you girls be talking about something so wrong and evil?” her graceful shoulders shook in anger. They had been raised better than that. She gave them a stern talking to and sent the elder two on their way while Amara stayed behind to share private words with her mother. “Mommy, what do I do about Chux?” she asked, hoping to reap from the bounty of knowledge Evelyn’s advanced years could offer her. “Have yopu tried calling him?” “Yes, he’s not picking my calls, neither is he returning them”. “Have you been to his ...

... apartment?” “If I go without being invited, with the way things are, he might embarrass me and i don’t want anything of the sort to happen” “Clever girl”, said Evelyn. She stroked Amara’s hair as her youngest offspring shuddered and cried in her arms. “Nwa m o!” she cooed soothingly, “Ebezina o!”. Amara held on tightly to her mother, drawing strength and solace from the woman who single-handedly raised three head strong children and somehow managed to make them into responsible members of the community. If there was anyone who could see her through her pains, it was her mother. “It’s ok, i know it’s not your fault”, Evelyn said as she wiped her daughter’s face. “My beautiful daughter”, she kissed Amara on the forehead as she said, “Who can blame you? It’s not your fault that they all love you”. “What?!” Amara jerked out of her mother’s embrace. Whatever did she mean by that? “It’s alright baby. I understand. I used to resent you for what you did to me but I understand now that it was never your intention”. Amara backed away from Evelyn. “What do you mean?” “They all love you child. Your Chux, Your sisters’ boyfriends, your brother, even your father. They all love you, they all want you”. Evelyn spoke to her daughter like an adult would to a child about the circle of life and death. “What are you talking about?” Amara was officially clueless and her face told as much. “Oh! My sweet, naive child. Why do you think they all wanted to make you happy? Why do you think they all gave ...