BENECCA’S TALES

This sun is angry today o,' Ifeoma thought as she walked down the cobbled pathway using her notebook to shelter her face from the scourge of the sun, she quickened her steps, thinking it probably would have been better to deal with the breakouts her face cap would invite than have the heat directed completely on her forehead.  'Expect rain around 2 pm' indeed! She wondered who even did these weather forecasts. It was all that professor's fault; he had previously cancelled today's classes, for reasons he did not give and had called the class rep by ten in the morning to say ' we have class by twelve today' , for reasons he did not also give.  The man, with all his indecisiveness, had mushed up her day and her carefully laid-out agenda to sleep till eleven and not get out of bed till evening, all gone to nought. 'These lecturers need to learn a thing or two about keeping to plans ...mtchew,' she hissed, as she almost bumped into the tree by the corner ...

Nobody talked. The only noise made was Gloria's unending clutter in the kitchen. Gloria, eyebrows furrowed and 'kitchen busy', her no-nonsense face which chewed on the bubble gum like it was one of James Bond's resilient fights.  Abe, Gloria house girl sat dejectedly in the sitting room watching the boy play. A house that used to be a vibrant one turned a graveyard in a space of, say 3 years?  Abe was confused. She could neither see the T. V nor help Gloria out in the kitchen. Gloria had instructed that she sat on the discarded rug which lay carelessly close to the kitchen door. Folding her arms across the hungry tummy, she gawked at Osi who soon walked up to her. “Mummy is busy. I don't want to play” Abe said as she shoved him away. Gloria had brought the tension first, anyway. Her mood was worsened. The 5-year-old, unaware of Abe's statement stood with hands akimbo as a frown played on his lips watching her eyeball to eyeball. Abe unfolded her arms as she noti...