She’d never seen an owl before, but had been told that the day she saw one would be her last as a living being.
She hissed and stared at the creature, “Foolish wives tales!”
“I’m staring at it now and I feel fine!”she screamed into the night air.
What was an owl doing in her neighbourhood anyhow? Perhaps she should have been a little more sceptical, but whoever made the threat obviously didn’t count on how stubborn she was.
Adanma whistled as she leapt over the deep gutter, leading to her house.
Another thing she’d been warned not to do…whistle at night…
She made her way through the narrow path and through Mama Uche’s canteen, to the back door of her house.
Surely her parents would have passed out from their usual night beers, she said as she snuck into her bedroom.
Finally she could savour the moments she’d shared with Ugonna.
So many people thought she was naive, that she didnt know anything about men.
“Ptchew!”She hissed out loud and spat into the tin cup in her room.
Well she hadn’t! Until Cousin ‘Wanchuckwu taught her a thing or two.
She quickly shook the thought out.
On a night as delicious as this, the last thing she wanted to remember was her sweaty, smelly cousin, banging on top of her.
Ugonna was different.
He was tall, light skinned and had a powdery effect to his skin, that Adanma just adored.
Adam had taken her behind the banana tree and kissed her.
It was though Amadioha, himself was tickling her with lightening bolts!
“Chai” Adanma exclaimed as she wrapped her cloth, tighter, around her waist.
“Ugonna!” she giggled to herself.
He’d tickled her and whispered things in Igbo she didn’t know the language could describe.
Adanma held her head in her hands.
He’s come prepared with a mat and even a pillow.
As he touched her here and touched her there, Oh Adanma thought she had died and was with the gods.
Ok, maybe not with the gods, they were old, dirty, smelly men; she shuddered at the thought.
Ugonna laid her on the mat and…
She turned around, certain that she had locked the door behind her.
She quickly checked, shaking the bolt, to be sure.
It was locked.
Adanma frowned and looked out the window, but none of the pesky neighbourhood children where there.
It was far too late for them to be awake.
She shrugged it off.
Adanma picked up her comb and pins and stood before the mirror.
Ugonna had run his fingers through her long hair.
She picked up the comb and out of habit began to pin her hair up.
Holding up the last pin, she looked into the mirror and screamed.
She peered further, hoping that by leaning closer to the mirror, the image would change.
As she did, a soft whisper came from behind her…. “Adanma….