NGOZI INDUBUISI MAKES HER MOVE
Emeka had arrived Awka almost three hours ago. He had gone round to greet the Elders and some of his childhood friends and was now in his father’s house, talking to his mother.
“Where is Ebube?” he asked his mother.
“Ebube who?”
“The same old Ebube, the son of Mazi Agu Okagu.”
“Oh, that Ebube...the last time I heard from Ada, the gossip, she said he is now a teacher in one of the schools in Lagos.”
“What about Uche, the son of Obiageli? He must be a big boy now, about fifteen years old I suppose.”
Ngozi did not reply this time, she looked up from her cooking in surprise. There was something wrong with her son she thought. She would soon get to know about it. It had to be this barrenness of Nkechi. She thanked the gods that her son was home because eve
