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She paid for the drinks and waited while the vendor gave her change. Her friend opened the bottles with a bottle opener dangling from a rope nailed to the kiosk. The two ladies then turned and headed straight toward him, still engrossed in conversation.
Chuma stood there waiting for the moment she would look up. He wanted to look into her eyes and confirm once and for all that apart from Jesus Christ, no other mortal has ever died and come back to life. He knew the exact moment her eyes met his. There was a flash of recognition, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Chuma remained standing, paralyzed, every muscle frozen, as the truth exploded through him. This woman was no ghost. She was Urenna in flesh and blood and there was no doubt about it.
Pulse racing dangerously, hands clammy with sweat, he suddenly felt disorientated. Blood drummed in his ears. The sun felt hotter and cooler at the same time. His legs suddenly sagged and his entire body felt weak. Then he watched as slowly, like a scene in a slow-motion movie, the bottle of Coke slid from her hands and she collapsed in a heap on the ground. The whirr of panicking voices around her slowly flickered through her subconscious, the sounds getting louder and the words more distinct.
Grace forced her eyes open, gradually making out the sky, her hands feeling the dry sands of the campground. She felt a hand on her upper arms and closed her eyes again. A familiar voice was shouting her name. Slowly she opened her eyes and blinked several times. Sweat oozed through her pores. She took the hand Ayesha offered as she slowly sat up, embarrassed and anxious to get away from the converging crowd.
This is exactly what happened to my cousin. One afternoon, while she was in Sokoto, she stepped out into the sun and the next thing, she collapsed and had to be rushed to the hospital. A young camp official came rushing from the auditorium. What happened, Sister Grace? They say you fainted. Grace was now standing, trying to regain her balance; she felt better and assured everyone she was fine. She has not eaten anything since last night. The heat and the empty stomach have weakened her body. Really I am. I just need to drink some water. Someone ran for a bottle of Ragolis.
Her eyes scanned through the crowd, searching until she found Chuma standing under the huge pillar by the entrance of the auditorium. Their eyes met again and held. She shook her head in denial. It had to be a coincidence, someone who looked exactly like Chuma. He should be married and living out his dream in London or America. What would he be doing at a Christian camp meeting? She shuddered again. Painful memories crowded her mind and she closed her eyes, praying earnestly for help from above. The camp official put a hand under her right arm. Ayesha held her left hand.
They led her toward the auditorium. Their path would come very close to where Chuma stood. His eyes met hers again and he felt her panic. Did she think he would confront her in the presence of her friends or that he would expose the lie she seemed to be living with these people? Grace indeed. Dropping his forehead into his left palm, Chuma gave her one last look and shook his head on his way back into the auditorium.
All he could think of was how soon he could be on his way to Jos in search of answers. When the gateman ushered them into the compound, another vehicle was in the driveway, much to his relief. He got out of the car and opened the door for his mother. Chuma hugged his sister at the door and high-fived Amos. When his own mother and her in-laws began their happy greetings he turned to his sister. She looked down at her chest and he understood.
You may have to spell it out eventually. He laughed and walked over to open the fridge. Ichie deede , Brave one! I greet you! One who acts bravely and signs off with confidence! Prof, you have been tried and tested, and you have withstood the test of time! Professor Zeluwa answered. Your greatness is appreciated!
It looks like our children have planned a surprise family reunion. Providence must be on their side too. You will not believe who I was speaking to on my phone just now. Oh yes. He just arrived from Asaba and wanted to come over to our home for a visit. I took the liberty to invite him over here. Amaka, I hope you have enough food for one more guest. Chief Ojiefi was one of the wealthiest and most influential men in Nigeria.
That was two years ago. From reports he got from his mother, Chuma knew that the two fathers-in-law had become good friends since then. Once, when he had called from the States, his parents were having dinner with the chief at his Ambassador Hotel. Marion, my sister, Mrs. Chukwunalu began as the women followed Amaka toward the kitchen, "how are the young couple doing in America? Amos pulled out his latest gadget, a digital camcorder Chuma had bought for him from the US, to show the men. They took turns commenting on its speed, performance and the high resolution of its pictures.
Amos shot video clips of the two older men at different activities to demonstrate exactly how it worked. Chuma later found the sports channel on television, and all the men followed his lead. From where he sat inside the house, Chuma thought the black jeep looked strong, much like the man doubtlessly sitting in the backseat. It had black, tinted windows with a metal trim on the door panels and the heavy tyres were held by silver rims.
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He wore casual clothing, just jeans and T-shirt. The first time he had met him at his home in Asaba, during his 36th wedding anniversary celebrations, Chuma remembered thinking the chief looked too young to have been married that long. He still thought so. My security men are parked in front of your gate. Chuma joined his father and Mr Chukwunalu at the door in welcoming Chief Ojiefi. The men exchanged the ina-ito , hailing him as they shook hands. The moon that shines brightly on all Nigerians! One whose benevolence increases as he is showered with praises! The women came from the kitchen to greet him too.
Chuma was impressed at how quickly he soon put everyone at ease, exchanging jokes with his mother and Amaka. So what gives, Amaka?
Why have you called everyone together? What are you celebrating? Chuma saw his sister blush and look away in embarrassment. The chief followed her movement and for a second squinted at her T-shirt. Then he let out a shout. Well, well, well! Professor Zeluwa turned to his daughter. What are we celebrating? Amaka and her husband only invited us to lunch! Amaka pouted. Chief, thank you for noticing o!
I was beginning to think this was all in vain! Tell us what? Nwamara Chukwunalu put a hand over the o of her open mouth as hope warred with disbelief in her heart. Chuma watched as first the mothers and then the fathers burst out in excitement. The two women screamed, hugged each other and drew Amaka into their embrace. The men shook hands with Amos, congratulating him. Mazi Chukwunalu told his son. As the congratulations continued, Nwamara Chukwunalu clapped her hands with joy and started the customary song of celebration:.
Everyone joined in the singing and the celebratory dance began. Chief Ojiefi placed a chair in the middle of the room, and a laughing Amaka was made to sit on it while they all danced around her. Chuma happily took over video duty from Amos as he was dragged over to dance for his wife.
Each person had to suggest a traditional song of thanksgiving for the occasion. The visit was worth it, even if it was only to witness the happiness blazoned on Mrs. The woman was breathless with excitement. He could not keep count of how many times she was shouting praises to God or how often she hugged Amaka. Are we still having lunch? Mr Chukwunalu finally asked. Can we be eating and celebrating at the same time? You should have called me to cook for you instead of exhausting yourself, her mother-in-law insisted. The first weeks are the most critical weeks, you know. You should be taking things easy.
Amos, my son, how could you have allowed your wife to cook all these meals in her condition? This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue? Upload Sign In Join. Save For Later. Create a List. Summary Egoyibo and Odili Okolies daughter has run away from home. Read on the Scribd mobile app Download the free Scribd mobile app to read anytime, anywhere. I am what I am today because of the love you invested in my life And to my Lord — Jesus Christ especially for my Lord Because from Him… and through Him… and to Him are all things Acknowledgements There are many to thank for making Whispers From Yesteryears a reality — some are identified here, but the majority remain unnamed but never unnoticed or unappreciated.
Also to all my in-laws, thank you, each and every one! Part 1 Chapter 1 Abuja Chuma Zeluwa did not believe in ghosts. Chuma lifted his hands to heaven and sang right along with them. But she had a younger sister. He and this great army!
His phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He smiled at the caller ID. Amos asked. Very good. How are you guys? How is my sister? Ah ha! Ah ha what? I suspected as much. Congrats, man. How is she feeling? Has she told Zola? Of course! She called her before we left the clinic. And my mother? I like exuberance.