The opportunity had knocked on Ben’s door. He had become sick of being watched by his sister Chinwe. The outcry of the inferno on the television had offered him an opportunity for a change of scene. He picked his key and ran downstairs. As he was putting on a jacket, Cynthia appeared from the dining room.
“Dad, where are you going to?” She asked in her beautiful innocent voice.
Ben turned and frowned a little.
“My stalls are on fire. I have to go and protect them from looters.” He walked to her and bent on his knees and patted her on the shoulders.
“Ben!”
He was startled and he turned, looking quite trifled and angered.
“Where do you say you are going? Ify is two days in the mortuary. Tomorrow we all leave for the village to bury her. This shows me that you don’t understand that the
