It is Awurama, her uncle’s eldest, who comes to open the gate and lets her in after she rings the bell for the third time.
“Welcome sister Kafui,” she greets her.
“Thank you,” Makafui responds, as they enter the living room together.
She spots Owuraku, the younger brother, at the far end, setting the table for lunch. Her uncle isn’t home yet—she actually isn’t expecting him to be anyway. Auntie Eunice, his wife, has cooked jollof rice and is finishing up her salad in the kitchen.
“Is that Makafui?” she shouts from the kitchen.
“Yes mummy, she just got back,” Awurama replies.
“You’re welcome my dear,” she says emerging from the kitchen now.
“Thanks Auntie,” Makafui replies, smiling.
“So, sister how did it go? Did you get the job?” Awurama asks her.
“Ebei!, won’t you allow her to rest or to even sit down, before you start with your many questions Awuraa,” her mother snaps at her.
She turns to Makafui and says, “Dear, please go change and come down, so we all eat together. You can tell us how it went then.”
“Alright Auntie,” Makafui says, smiling at Awurama as she leaves.
She hears Auntie call out to Awurama to come and assist her, as she climbs to her room upstairs. She plops down on the bed and throws her heels about haphazardly. She hasn’t been conscious of the pain they were causing her feet till she took them off.
She gets up lazily and changes into her favorite flowery green dress. The dress is so long it’d go all the way down till it touches the ground, hiding her feet underneath it whenever she wears it. She likes that dress specifically, because it is her own improvised wedding gown. Usually, she’d pull one end up a little with her hand when walking to prevent it from sweeping the ground, on one hand, and secretly on the other hand, pretending as if she was walking down the aisle with her beloved.
However, she doesn’t do that as she descends the stairs today—she is poring over the happenings of the day, and the rage is all coming back to her.
Auntie Eunice, together with her cousins, is already seated at the table; she is dishing out the rice unto their respective plates. Makafui goes to sit beside Awurama, facing Owuraku, who is seated in the opposite direction with his mother. Owuraku looks up at her and gives a shy smile.
He is a very shy teenage boy, almost seventeen, always calm, quiet, collected and withdrawn, mostly minding his own business. He did not speak much to her when she first came to live with them and even now, the few times he does, he speaks formally and briefly.
“Auntie see, Owuraku is still shy of me, after all the weeks I’ve spent with him in this house oo,” Makafui teases him.
“I think he finds you attractive,” Awurama says, out of the blue.
Owuraku shoots her a quizzical look, one that says something like “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What?, Is it not true?” Awurama says, sticking out her tongue at him.
Owuraku says nothing but bows his head awkwardly.
“See?, he can’t even deny it sister,” Awurama says to Makafui now.
“You better stop it now Awuraa, that’s enough! Stop bullying your little brother,” her mother snaps at her, before she can say anything more.
“Who’s little? This old man here who can impregnate a woman, you are calling…,” Awurama mutters, her voice trailing off at the very end of her sentence.
Makafui cannot make out the rest of what she says but laughs anyway. Unlike her quiet brother, trust Awurama to say anything—anything at all.
Auntie is done serving everyone’s meal, she asks Owuraku to pray over the food. He says a short and precise prayer. He thanks God for giving them food while others barely have anything to eat. Then he asks that God blesses the food and his mum as well for preparing it. They all say “Amen” after the prayer but Awurama’s “Amen” is the longest and quite dramatic. She drags out the letters, like she is trying to pronounce the word for the very first time, but does not know exactly how to.
Makafui likes Awurama. Her bold nature, smartness, confidence and outspokenness struck her from the very first time they held a conversation, —and from the few weeks they’ve been together, she has seen her to be very opinionated. She likes particularly the fact that she has a voice of her own, and also that her parents do not shut her up —at least ninety-nine percent of the time. Awurama represents something oddly familiar to her in a way but she is yet to discover what or who that is.
She laughs at Awurama’s silly response—they all do. Auntie shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her, for lack of better words to suggest that Awurama is hopeless—hopelessly mischievous.
Thanks for reading today’s episode. Episode 6, which is the final episode, comes your way next Friday🤗. Have a nice weekend y’all. Till next time….bye.