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Mrs. Agnes mba received her letter of investigation as mother of faith with mixed feelings. She had received several acolades before, but was particularly happy for this one because it was coming from her church. Not that it really mattered but just to be like the joneses and the Okafors since it was the in-thing. On the other hand. She felt award-giving had abused and bastardized by churches and institution. Award were like commodities slated to be auctioned and meant for the highest bidders. The awards were most times given in anticipation for the money the awardees were expected to give and not in recognition of contribution already made in the church or in the society at large. This trend was worrisome because the lotters of Government treasuries, armed robbers, drug pushers and the likes were no exceptions from awards as long as they would make “big donation”. This aspect of award made her sad. Mrs. Agnes mba had sent in her citation. She had also invited her relations, friends and well wishers to accompany her to the function. She equally contracted out the food and drinks to Heart Restaurant was popular for he good meals and services. Her excitement knew no bounds as friends. Well wishers and relations sent in their congratulatory text messages. Calls and apologies. Those who were around also visited that morning to ascertain her state of preparedness. Mrs. Mba and her family were from Adunne but the resided at Amadim. Many indigens of adunne also live their because of its commercial nature. The church given the award was at Oriri town situated neglect from past Government administration that left it to become a shadow of its usual flamboyant self. The roads constructed by chief kwemba was castigated and adjudged to have perform badly. His achievement were only realized when successive Government did nothing but embezzled public fund for their personal aggrandizement. The irony was that the led never commanded their leaders when the were still serving. The contributions of great leaders were only appreciated when the have left office. No wonder leaders were often named after streets only after their death. Mrs. Mba, her bosom friend, amaka, Jude her son and Jude’s fiancée Ugonma were to travel together. “Mum can I drive?” Jude had asked. “Nope I will drive, just relax while I be your chauffeur “Mrs. Mba replied The got into the car, said a short prayer, fastened their seat belts and drove off. The road was even worse than she had imagined. It was a death trap with many pot holes. Mrs. Mba was often pitied vehicles brought into this country for leaving the good roads of the industrialized world where they were made and being condemned to perpetual damnation in bad roads. The vehicle were forced to learn swimming, galloping and flying on the ill maintained roads. Some of the vehicles also learnt how to dance and at time dance into the bush and send their passengers to eternal sleep. Mrs. Mba a careful but aggressive driver. She knew how to out-maneuver other road user and overtake their vehicles, the bad roads notwithstanding. She also understood the silent competition by motorist who will not want to be over-taking especially by female drivers. She had often do so without qualms. Amaka. your seamstress did a nice job in sowing your uniform, I will like to patronize her next time. Mrs. Mba remarked. “I took four of our committee of friends numbers to her. I am sure you will admire their “uniform” when you see them in the church. Amaka said. “Women and uniform!, Mum I don’t knew your friends will appear in uniform today. I am convinced that all women’s discussion are centered on fashion, clothes, and jewelries.” Jude remarked. “Jude, do you want to enjoy senior jokers?” Amaka asked “Aunty Amaka, please tell me, do women ever discuss politics, soccer or the economy? It’s always fashion.” Jude cut in. “We will always be women and not men. Women add value to the economy in the world” Amaka said. “Beside.” Ugonma added, “women spend all their lives trying to please men. They were the best attire: cook the best food just to please the men in their lives sadly enough. It is the sole prerogative of the men to decide if the women have done well.” “Jude, do you hear that? Furthermore men wear few clothes for years without bothering to change them. But women must flow along with the fashion, if the don’t, the will fill as old as the clothes they wear and think that no one will notice them.” Amaka explained but quickly advised that women must be sensible and not crazy about dresses, so that they will not sacrifice their virtue to get them. “Can I then conclude that almost all parts of a woman’s body has a special outfit meant for it?” Jude asked mischievously. “How do you mean Jude?” Mrs. Mba asked. “let’s start from the beginning,” Jude said. The Head - Head Tie Or Hat The Hair - Wig, Weave On, Attachment Eye - Spectacle Eye Brow - Eye Pencil Eye Lid - Eye Shadow

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