What would I tell mama? That I, the stubborn fly; the kind that perched on ikpu nsi was finally following the proverbial corpse to the grave?
What would I tell mama? That Augustine, like his hitherto Christian counterpart had tested me and now did not want to marry me anymore? How would I tell mama that I was coming home because of ‘divine intervention’?
I could still remember Mama’s words loud and clear: ‘Ada, just because this man brought a bottle of drink to see your uncle does not mean you have to follow him home. What if he never completes the rites? After all, he would be getting the cow and the milk free.’
‘Mama,I know but I am almost 35 years of age. All my mates are mothers. Why won’ t you act like an Igbo woman for once and be happy that a rich man is coming for your daughter?’ I replied.
‘Dropping a bottle of drink does not signify that he has paid your dowry…’ Mama sighed.
Mama was right. How was I to tell her that the chronic womanizer and sodomite I endured with for years had suddenly changed…for the better? How could I tell Mama that I prayed for Augustine to stop aborting our babies with his fists and now that he has given his life to Christ, he wants to become a priest? How do I tell mama that God had answered my prayers but he would be leaving me barren and without a husband?
How do I tell mama that I was coming home because God decided to call Augustine too?