THE CRY OF A WIDOW

THE CRY OF A WIDOW Episode 4

A room was given to Chinyere and her daughter at the Magnus' residence. Mother and daughter were chatting when she suddenly asked her daughter how they were discovered. Amanda recounted everything but she couldn't bear to continue listening she blamed herself for not being able to protect her daughter which led to her seeing the pervert things those robbers did to her. it ok Amanda mommy is sorry for not protecting you.

There was a knock on the door: Lolo walked in bearing a tray that contained two bowls of rice and two bowls of goat meat pepper soup. Lolo is Chief Magnus' wife her name is Ijeoma, 'Lolo' is a general name for a Chief's wife.

Good morning Lolo, Good morning how are you doing today? I am good. Thanks for all the good thing you and your husband has been doing for me and my daughter. Don't mention it's our pleasure.

When Lolo made to leave Chinyere came up with the question of how she was found

My workers went to the farm gather palm fruits. Unexpectedly, their attention was drawn to the sound of a weeping child. They followed their curiosity and stumbled upon your unconscious body lying on the ground, with a torn piece of cloth covering your private parts. Amanda, filled with sorrow, could only grasp your hands and weep profusely. We express gratitude to God for the timely rescue, as you had suffered a significant loss of blood.

Now that you have regained consciousness, let us engage in a discussion about the cause of your misfortune. Chinyere heaved a deep sigh before recounting the events that had befallen her since her husband's passing up until the present moment.

While I may not possess the ability to fully comprehend your pain, I assure you that this house has now become your abode from this day forth.

Thank you, Lolo, you are an angel. May God shower abundant blessings upon your household and answer your prayers.

Amen, it is my utmost pleasure to assist you. By the way, did you mention that you hail from Uboji? I, too, originate from Uboji, specifically from the family of Okonkwo.

Lolo, which particular Okonkwo are you referring to? Joseph Okonkwo, the bitter kola trader who, in his prime, once served as a palace guard.

Wait, are you Ijeoma, the daughter of the late Mazi and Odoziaku Uche Okonkwo, who died many years ago? After the burial, you never returned to the village.

Lolo gazed at the ceiling contemplatively as she recounted her story: following the burial of my parents, my maternal grandmother took me under her care and nurtured me into the woman I am today. It was only when I reached adulthood that I truly understood what had transpired; our relatives seized everything my parents had worked for under the excuse that, being a female, I had no claim to the family's inheritance.

They did the same to me, Lolo, except in my case, I had nobody to assist me. I was just fifteen at the time and had to fend for myself. When I turned seventeen, I met my husband and we fell deeply in love. After one month, I became pregnant, because I was too inexperienced to care for myself. I was expelled from school, got married, and began my journey as a married woman.

I have no regrets about loving my husband; he was incredibly affectionate, caring, and patient. He insisted that I return to school and complete my senior secondary school examination. He was supportive, but unfortunately, my joy was short-lived.

Cousin, you are warmly welcomed to my home once again. Our separation was as a result of circumstance, but fate has brought us together.

Thank you, Lolo. You no longer need to address me as Lolo; call me Ijeoma or sister Ijeoma, we are family. Thank you, sister Ijeoma.