There was so much festivity and noise going on in the village for the past one week now. To Chenemi who’s had enough of Rabiats show off, it was all unnecessary noise. “Is she the first person to marry an iklumi that she rubs it on our faces?” Chenemi thought.
An iklumi is someone that has been outside the village to another state; mostly states like Lagos, Osun, Ibadan etc.

Whenever they came back to the village, they came home with lots of gifts like shoes, clothes, bags, cocoa, body cream etc. they were seen like gods and it was every young girls dream to be married to one.

She finished picking the beans and proceeded to prepare obobo igogo soup when she saw Iye and Attah Ocholi approaching their house. She immediately dropped her grinding stone rinsed her hands and rushed to greet them bending down so lowly and wiping her hands on her wrappers.

They asked after her parents and she informed them they were around and they can go in and sit while she called them. Baba Chenemi was at the back of the house breaking big logs of firewood when Chenemi informed him of their guests and her mom was at the storage hut separating yam seeds for next planting season from the yams they were going to eat. They both went in to meet their guests and exchanged pleasantries. From the look her mom gave her, she knew it was time to leave the adults to their business. She felt awkward with the way Iye Ocholi kept looking her over with a sheepish smile on her face but she was used to being stared. Her mom had once said she had more than her share of buttocks and her friends always teased her about it, saying her body was too mature for her pretty baby face. However, on her way out, she didn’t fail to notice the big sack Iye Ocholi had in her hands. So instead of going out to finish cooking lunch, she stood by the door of the hut and eavesdropped on their conversation.
Her heart skipped and almost leapt out of her chest when she confirmed her suspicions.

Her Dad shouted her name, so she took many steps backwards before answering after the second call. She wanted her voice to sound distant. Then she sprinted to the room, grinning from ear (read more on blog, link below or on signature)

https://graceokoliko.com/iklumi-a-short-african-story/

Lovely piece but why did you stop in the middle now

Elssa:
Lovely piece but why did you stop in the middle now

Lol I actually meant for it to be a short story dear thanks for reading!