A Tale of Amara III

A TALE OF AMARA III
Somehow, her sisters had convinced Kosi that she and Kene had a
forbidden romance going on. Somehow, they’d convinced themselves
and Kosi that she was going to ruin any relationship or marriage so
long as she stayed around Kene. Given the choice, Kene chose his
sister. The tale was the personification of incredulity. Never, not once,
had she done anything untoward with her sisters’ lovers. She never
fancied them or wanted them in any way. Her brother, while she
would never admit her crush on him to anyone, was not an object of
her fantasies. Her sisters were way out of line with that accusation.
Angered and embittered she turned away from the women who would
accuse her for man’s fall from Eden if given the chance and marched
straight to their mother.
Evelyn Utaba was livid. Her well aged face, with nary a wrinkle, was
hidden beneath a mask of distaste at the topic of her daughters’
conversations.
“What kind of rubbish discussion is that? How could you girls be
talking about something so wrong and evil?” her graceful shoulders
shook in anger. They had been raised better than that. She gave them
a stern talking to and sent the elder two on their way while Amara
stayed behind to share private words with her mother.
“Mommy, what do I do about Chux?” she asked, hoping to reap from
the bounty of knowledge Evelyn’s advanced years could offer her.
“Have yopu tried calling him?”
“Yes, he’s not picking my calls, neither is he returning them”.
“Have you been to his apartment?”
“If I go without being invited, with the way things are, he might
embarrass me and i don’t want anything of the sort to happen”
“Clever girl”, said Evelyn. She stroked Amara’s hair as her youngest
offspring shuddered and cried in her arms.
“Nwa m o!” she cooed soothingly, “Ebezina o!”.