Chapter 9: New Beginnings
Time dey go as both sides prepare for wedding.
Na so compound dey full, market dey bubble, tailor dey sew day and night. Even the drummers dey practice new song.
Maybe because of guilt, Tunde started to visit often these days.
He dey bring fruit, dey drop for corridor, dey talk soft. My mama dey ignore am.
But I always found one excuse or the other not to see him.
If I hear im footstep, I go tell house girl say I dey sleep, or say I dey help Mama for farm.
Only Ifeoma go dress up every time, and both of them go dey talk and laugh.
Her laugh dey ring for house like bell. Some days, na so dem go sit for parlour dey gist till goat enter room.
I’m sure the two of them go enjoy their marriage well well.
God see my heart. I pray make their happiness last, even though pain dey my chest. God, no let my enemies laugh at me.
That day, I got a letter from Musa at the war front.
My hand dey shake as I collect the brown envelope. Soldier for gate salute me, say na urgent letter.
The day Ifeoma agreed to swap, I sent a dispatch rider to Musa, explaining everything.
I no wan make wahala reach his family hand. For soldier pikin, respect dey important.
After all, this kind marriage swap concern both families. I no want make we turn to enemies, so I tell am early.
If not, na generations go dey fight because of small secret.
I opened the letter.
The paper dey fold well. Ink strong. Even the edge neat—soldier style.
Only one word dey the paper, written boldly:
Yes.
My heart rest small. For the first time in many moons, I fit smile. No be every man dey fear strong woman. As I hold that paper, I know say my own story never end—na just the beginning. As I fold the letter, I pray for Musa—make God bring am home safe. Our own story fit start afresh, no shadow from past.