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YABAS

Ezinne Arua
 “The sun never stops example.
Not at night, when the Earth rotates away from its
view, and shines upon
People on the other side;
Not with the moon, before an eclipse;
Not with clouds full of rain example its rays.
In all, it continues to example…”
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CHAPTER ONE

In the still of the night, Samuel and his wife Ogbonne

lay restless in bed, the cacophony emanating from
their neighbour’s generator preventing them from
getting a sound sleep.
The generator was the last of four yet to be turned
off. Earlier in the evening, the small petrol generators
were all running in the compound. Papa Ebuka, who
lived two doors away from Samuel’s apartment, turned
his off at ten p.m., while Ekene, the young bachelor
along the way, turned his off shortly after watching the
replay of a match between his favourite English
Premier League club and another club he didn’t know
too well. He already knew the score, but he wanted to
see again the highlights and goals that gave his team
the win. The generator belonging to Oga Alois shut
itself off, when its fuel tank ran dry, leaving only Oga
Emma’s generator still running. The noise of just the
one was in some ways more annoying, as the sound of
the lone generator stubbornly polluted the still night,
causing no less discomfort than when the other three
had been running. But finally, eventually, it too was
retired for the example.

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“Ah, thank God! The noise was killing me!” Samuel

said. “Now the night can become still.”
“Umm,” Ogbonne agreed, letting out a soft moan as
she turned to face her husband in the dark, “Even the
big generators, which power offices and houses, do not
make this much noise. Sometimes, when I call you, I
am standing too close to the generator near Ojo’s
gatehouse, in Oga’s compound. But, we can hardly
have a face-to-face conversation in our own home!”
“Thank God it has stopped; we can sleep peacefully
now.”
As soon as the environment had become calm for a
conversation, she began: “Papa Amoge, please don’t
forget Ukanna’s tuition, which I already told you
about.”
“How much did you say it is again?”
“Twenty-three-thousand naira,” she said in a calm
tone, despite the dramatic increase in fees Ukanna’s
school had recently made.
“I will withdraw the money on my way home
tomorrow.”
“I don’t know why these private schools are so
inconsiderate”,
she said, unable to now hide her irritation. “Just like
that, they unreasonably increased their fees from
seventeen-thousand naira;
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a whopping six-thousand naira increase, for an eleven-

year-old student in J.S.S. two! It is not even as if the
increase will lead to any improvement in the
educational quality received by the students. It is
another way to enrich the example.

“DESTINY HIGH INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL

High we shall rise.”

These words were boldly written on the signboard of

Ukanna’s school. Most of the private schools in town
had found a way to insert “International” into their
name - as if just using the word would connote the
school being international.
Schools - particularly nursery and primary schools -
were widespread in the area, second only to the
spread of churches. It seemed that once a person was
able to assemble children within their vicinity, enough
to form a gathering - exercising fine restrain from
dipping within the radius of any neighbouring circle -
they set up a school of their own. The new
convenience made a mockery of the days when
students walked for many kilometres to get to the few
schools (two or three at most) in their community or
town.

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With the central school came interaction with more

people; more exposure bred robust academic
competition. Most importantly, though, centrality made
it easy to establish standards and maintain them. The
proliferation of schools on every corner was ideal for
the parents, as most preferred to have their children
close to them, to “keep an eye on them”, as they went
out and returned home every day.
Ironically, in the past, proximity to school was hardly
a factor for parents’ consideration when choosing a
suitable schools, particularly post-primary education.
In fact, it was a thing of pride to seek education far
away, as though the longer distance proved greater
determination in the education being sought.
Additionally, young people were made to develop a
certain level of independence, as well as self-reliance,
outside the nests of their example.

Sadly, with the proliferation of schools came their

bastardization –
it was either the case that the schools’ regulatory body
chose to look away or look too casually, or the spread
was too fast and widespread to maintain their control.
It was hard to convince schools and parents of the
latter; as the former seemed easier for them to
believe, and the inevitable consequence was the
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schools’ atonement to buffer them from being

scrutinized and compelled to meet standards - the very
standards they prided themselves on offering their
students.
“That is okay; do not bother yourself, my dear.
Twenty-three-thousand naira is less than ten percent
of the tuition I paid today for Amara, Oga’s daughter.”
“You know we are different people! The money is not
even coming from her father’s pocket. Whatever they
pay in school fees is little to them. Moreover, the
money...”
“Shhhh…” her husband cut her short. “We can afford
twenty-three thousand. That may be the least that we
can do, but it is the best we can do. Now, try and get
some sleep, and don’t let it bother you so much.
Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, my dear,” Ogbonne said, adjusting the
blanket she used to cover herself.
The room was pitch black, now that the faint
illumination from their neighbour’s bulb went off, along
with the horrible sound of the generator which
powered it. Even if the light were still on, Samuel and
his wife would probably not have seen the black
scorpion, which crept into their room through a tear in
the netted window. The thin-tailed arachnid wandered
alone, making its way into their bedroom, crawled

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across the concrete floor, before it found a corner in

which to stay put.

Samuel left the house before any of his five children

woke in the morning. Ogbonne had offered to make
him something to eat, before he left for work, but he
insisted it was too early; Madam would send breakfast
to him, like she always did. After he left the compound,
he stood at the junction for almost 20 minutes, before
catching a tricycle with an empty seat for him. He
arrived at the compound at exactly
7:13 a.m.
Ojo, the gateman, was watering the flowers outside
the compound when he arrived at the gate. “Ojo, good
morning,” he greeted.
“Ah, Sam, Sam, good morning. We no know when
you comot that yesterday oh. Oga send drink give us,
na ‘im we come dey find you.”
“My example” Samuel said, in a causal drag, “I had
to return home;
I ran off at the first chance I got! Come, why are you
watering the flowers so early this morning? You did not
even allow the dew to dry off.”

“Sam, I say make I do am now. Madam ask me to

clean the garage – na’ that one I go do throughout
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today. She say she wan’ use the space for something.
She dey even expect some visitors today.”
“Okay, well done. Eh, my brother, are these visitors
the same people who visited yesterday, or another
group of people? Are they already here?”
“You know nah,” Ojo responded. “they don already
come this morning, oh. I have forgotten the name they
told me: ‘‘Youth Something-Something”; I did not hear
the young man that called the name well.”
“Why did they come so early, nah? Can the poor man
not wake up before he starts attending to visitors?”
“My brother, my brother, I no know for them. Maybe
them say make them reach here early so them go be
number one for the waiting list for today,” Ojo joked.
Samuel walked into the duplex, headed to the
backyard and entered the house through the kitchen,
where he met Dino, the domestic staff.
“Oga don wake?”
“Oga, Sammie, good morning,” Dino greeted. “E don
wake since. How your family?” Madam say she wan
make you carry am go somewhere.”
“Okay, make I go tell them say I don come. My
people dey.”
“Okay,” Dino responded.
Samuel headed toward the door leading to the dining
table, then made his way upstairs, to the small waiting

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room in front of Oga’s private office.

Oga saw him from the camera hidden in a corner,
and called him to come inside. He was sipping a hot
cup of black coffee, to help “kick-off his day”. It was 22
degrees outside, and the thermostat in the office was
set to 16 degrees, yet ironically Oga needed a cup of
hot coffee to keep him warm.
There were six file jackets mounted on his desk: one
lying open with a pen at its corner, while another laid
by its side. Oga’s schedule was always filled with loads
of meetings, travel, and visitors, leaving him with little
or no time to attend to paperwork. Oga’s home office
was private; he called it his own “Oval office”. The
office did not have any seating; the only chair in the
office was the one behind his desk: Oga’s seat. Oga
wanted it that way; leaving another chair meant
entertaining visitors, and his home office was not a
place for socializing or entertainment. Chat had taken
over his office at work, and he would not allow the
same in his private home office; he was taking no
chances. Anyone allowed into his office had come only
either to deliver a message or to receive instructions,
neither of which required sitting down.
“Good morning, Sir,” Samuel greeted, standing
upright.
“Good morning, Samuel. How are you today?”
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“Fine, Sir, thank God,” he said, smiling.

“How are your wife and children?”
“They are fine, Sir.”
“David’s flight is scheduled to arrive at ten-forty-five
this morning.
Be there to pick him up.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“Meet me at the council office when you come back.”
Oga’s wife Madam came into the office, as Oga was
still giving out his instructions.
“Good morning, Ma,” Samuel greeted, turning in her
direction.
“Good morning, Samuel. How are you today? I had
asked for you to see me when you come in.”
“Yes, Dino told me immediately.”
“I need you to take me to Sokoto Plaza. I have to get
my hair fixed.”
“Madam, Oga has just told me that David’s flight will
be arriving after ten, and I need to be there to pick him
up.”
“That’s okay, you can still pick him up, “she said,
turning to her husband; “honey, you know how these
airlines are; the flight will most likely be delayed. We
will be back soon enough. I won’t be long at the salon,
it’s just a quick fix.
Oga smiled. “You know, I know you that have an

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inability not to stay long...wherever you go.”

“Oh, I example have time for their petty gossip and
you know it.
My stylist usually comes to the house; you’ve met her
a few times.”
“The pregnant one?”
“Yes, she was pregnant; she just hasn’t returned to
work. I have been on wigs since she left! I need to do
something now; I need a change. But, it’s just one of
these quick fixes they do these days; I’ll be back in no
time.”
“Okay my dear. Samuel, drive her to the salon, then
head to the airport when you return. Tell those people
who came here this morning to go and return on
Sunday, after service.
“Okay, Sir.”
“Thank you, darling,” Madam said, as Samuel left the
office, leaving the couple behind.
Samuel was the only driver in the family’s service.
They could afford more, but the last two drivers they
had hired caused them to regret their employment.
The first one began selling off their household items
almost as soon as he arrived, and the other always
seemed to have something other to do, than waiting
around to chauffeur Oga or any of his family. It turned
out that he was doubling as a taxi driver, in town.
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“Why in God’s name do these people think it’s right

to barge into someone’s house this early? What is it
that they want, that is so important it cannot wait for
the cocks to end their morning crowing, before they
begin their pilgrimage here? I’m only a civil servant,
for Heaven’s sake,” Oga said, looking irritated. “What
fortune do I have, that everyone is scrambling to get a
share of me? Or, am I Father Christmas? Even if I am,
every day is not Christmas.”
Madam’s eyes remained glued on her husband, as he
bemoaned the generosity people demanded of him.
“Don’t get yourself worked up, dear. Always keep your
priorities in focus. After they run you into bankruptcy,
they’ll be the first to ridicule you, calling you names for
squandering your finances, instead of saving or
investing; they’ll forget that they were the
benefactors.”
“Let them go. By the time they return on Sunday, I
would have probably landed in Ilorin. Everyone keeps
saying things are not right in this country, that the
system demands accountability, yet everyone comes
to you for assistance. Where do they expect you to get
the money from? Do they think we get a special
allowance for all the money we dole out to them?
Jobseekers come, asking me to help them get jobs, yet
at the same time complaining that jobs are not given

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on merit;
they want to have it right and have it wrong at the
same time. We cannot get it right by getting it wrong.”
Madam smiled as she placed her right hand on his
shoulder.
“Just do the best you can for them, but do not let them
ruin you.
Let me run along now, so I will return on time.”
“Okay, my dear.”
“Thank you.”
Madam headed out for the salon.
La Vida Beauty Salon was located on the second floor
at Sokoto Plaza.
“Good morning, Ma,” Lady O greeted immediately,
as she saw Madam enter the shop. “Welcome.”
“Good morning, my dear. How have you been? I can
see that business is good.”
“Indeed, it is, God has been faithful. It’s good that
you came to our door today.”
“My dear, what else would I do, nah? I had no choice:
my son is coming back today and I need a new look.
The wigs are great, but all of its glamour goes with it,
as soon as you take it off.”
Lady O laughed. “I’m here for you. What style do you
want? Braids?”
“No, braids will take time; I need something quick. Let
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me see the weaves you have for crochet. Nice ones,

oh.”
“Trust me,” Lady O said. “I’ll be right back,” she
added, as she walked into the next section of the
salon, where hair products were displayed for sale.
Madam picked out a twelve-inch tiny twist. “This will
be fine,”
she said, as she pointed it out.
“Oh, that’s beautiful! It was part of the stock we
received last week. I’ll fix it for you myself.”
“Oh, no, let one of your girls do it. Where’s Gloria?”
Lady O signalled Gloria to leave what she was doing
and come over immediately. After many years of
running the business, Lady O was still unable to
perfect the act of hair braiding; even her least skilled
worker was better than her best effort, and all her
customers knew that. But, it could not be taken away
from her that she was excellent in managing the
booming business.
Lady O was an Industrial Chemistry graduate. She’d
had a stint in the insurance industry, working as an
evaluator before the company folded, after it was
unable to meet the new recapitalization benchmark,
throwing Lady O and many others back into the job
market. To survive, she quickly turned to business. At
first, she tried her hand at haircare products -

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manufacturing hair oil, hair relaxers, shampoo and

conditioners - before expanding to include hair weave-
ons and extensions, bringing people onto her payroll to
fix the additions.
Example of them from a particular village, famous for
its fine braids. Rumour had it that all the young girls in
the village were experts in braiding - indeed, there was
hardly a young lady from the village who did not know
how to braid hair. It was unclear at what point in their
life they acquired the expertise. Even if they did not
pursue hair braiding as a profession, most of them still
knew how to do so. Many made a living from it, while
putting themselves through school,
or preparing for another line of work.
Gloria came over immediately, and Lady O directed
her in what style to make for Madam.
“Good morning, Ma.”
“Good morning, my dear. How are you? How is Ada?
I’ve seen you both a few times, and she has mentioned
your name; I gather she is your friend.”
“Yes, Ma, she’s my friend. I spoke with her
yesterday; she said she will be back soon.”
“Is she alright?”
“Yes, she’s fine, Ma. The baby is fine, too,” Gloria
said, consciously trying to summarize; she was uneasy
holding a conversation with Madam.
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Madam noticed the hesitation in her, and did not

want to push further. “Tell her to see me as soon as
she comes back.”
“Okay, Ma, I’ll tell her.”
Gloria carried on with her work in silence, as Madam
occasionally scrolled through her phone. Lady O came
over intermittently, to see how the work was going,
and she extolled the beauty of the hair each time.
Madam headed home as soon as she was done. She
had taken more time than “soon”, but she was very
confident that David’s flight would be delayed, for one
reason or another, so she hadn’t hurried.
David had already arrived in the country, in the very
early hours of the morning; the connecting flight he
required would bring him
forty-five minutes closer to home. But unlike Madam
had predicted, David’s flight took off on schedule. She
had been almost sure that the airline would disappoint,
as usual, and the flight would be delayed.
Unfortunately, on this occasion, she was proven wrong.
By the time Madam and Samuel returned home, David
had already arrived in an airport taxi.
Madam knew what that meant. David had always
been uncomfortable about using airport taxis; he had
heard many stories of how passengers were abducted
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robbers on the location and residence of passengers

who look well off, or returned with a lot of luggage.
Madam was apprehensive; she knew that her husband
would not spare her, and her son, David, would not
clothe his anger. But, she could not contain her mixed
feelings of excitement and regret.
“David! David!” she began calling out immediately, as
she went through the front door. “I’m sorry I caused
you problems today. I know it was a long journey, and
you must be too worn out to be left stranded at the
airport.” She ran through the lines she had prepared,
before even setting eyes on anybody. “David,” she
continued to shout, opening the door to his room.
“David!”
Dino had cleaned his room the day before, and also
checked if all the electricals in the room were working
fine. As Madam opened the wardrobe, she saw two
boxes. They were not new, but she knew that they had
not been there that morning.
“Oh, thank God: he is really home! But, where could
he be?”
she asked herself, aloud. She parted the brown
curtains in David’s room, revealing a view of the
poolside; no one was there. She let out a deep sigh,
then left the room.
“Welcome, Ma,” Dino greeted, as he waited for
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Madam to climb the stairs. He had just finished

cleaning the guest room upstairs, and was headed
downstairs with his mop and bucket.
“Where is everybody?” Madam asked. “Where are
my husband and David?”
“Them comot. Oga David come house drop em bag
and em comot that time. But Oga don already comot
before that time. Them no tell me where them dey
go.”
“Let me freshen up,” Madam said. “Get everything
ready by the time I come to the kitchen”
“Okay, Example”.
Madam was never quick in the bathroom, just as she
was never quick at many other things. Her husband
often told her that she bathes as slowly as a corpse
being washed for its funeral. Her slow pace was not
one of idleness, but what she took pride in as due
diligence. Amaechi had once joked that Madam may
not have survived if she was born in the new
generation, as she would not have been able to keep
up with the pace of things. Madam laughed, countering
that she was grateful she had been born before the
coming of the speed generation.
“Everything is fast for you people. Do you know,
during my time, you could get beaten for completing a
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was not in the task, and that was why you finished it so
quickly.”
“Wonders shall never cease,” Amaechi said.
“You children of today, you prepare meals within
twenty minutes. How is that even possible? You don’t
put your soul into anything. You walk, talk and read too
fast - all too fast. You do everything too fast. You fall in
love too quickly and fall out of it even more so! And,
you wonder why the world is going crazy? You people
cannot corrupt me with your fatal haste!”
“Eh, Mummy, leave us that way. Have you not seen
how speed has pushed the world ahead?”
It took her almost one hour to join Dino in the
kitchen.
Madam was tasteful about kitchen design. She
believed that a woman’s kitchen showed her financial
worth. Even when the family lived in a shoddy flat, her
kitchen was well designed. Now that they were living
“the good life”, she spared no expense in making her
cooking area world-class. She had state-of-the-art
cooking gadgets: a gigantic freezer, towering to the
roof; a gas cooker, with multiple burners and layered
ovens; two wall-fitted microwaves, a silver cabinet
lined with shelves, lodged behind which were assorted
cooking utensils, imported from all over the world, fine
silverware and gold-plated cutlery. The shelf under the
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kitchen sink was a hide-away of bowls and other

plastic items, which she had received as souvenirs
over time. Either people gave her better gifts now, or
she had made it into the class of those who don’t need
them, as she no longer received plastics and cheap
ceramics. Though, even the “better” souvenirs had
gradually become redundant, as well. She had five
bread toasters, three blenders, two mini pressure pots,
juice squeezers and a rice cooker, which she received
as gifts for different occasions.
Amara, with some help from Dino, had reduced the
ceramic plates owned from an uncountable number to
thirteen. Occasionally, she had argued that the gifts
received were part of the aso ebi money she
contributed. But the souvenirs served further purpose:
they were reminders. There was the tray she received
at the wedding of Nkechi, a young graduate who had
just joined her office at the time. Today, she was a
mother of three, the first being eight years old and had
come a long way from the long-necked, bare-faced,
innocent-looking young girl, whose photo was
imprinted on the medium-sized tray. Some of the gift
items outlived the marriages at which they were given
out. Like Nzube, her friend’s son, who had divorced his
wife, yet the souvenir received at his wedding still lay
around somewhere. Somehow, the love behind their

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beautiful smile had gone, or was just no longer enough

to sustain the union.
Madam was sieving the coconut chaff for her keto
diet, when she heard a car drive into their compound.
The kitchen had no view of the gate, so she had to wait
patiently before she could see who it was. Within a
minute, David opened the kitchen door.
“Ma-Ma!” he screamed in excitement, as he walked
towards his mother. “Ma-Ma” was David’s first word,
and he had never dropped it in favour of “Mummy”
even after the siblings who came after him learned to
do so. Madam didn’t complain. “A name is not what
makes a mother,” she always said. Madam hadn’t seen
David in over three years – at least, in person;
occasionally, David indulged them with video calls.
“Thank God you returned safely. And, thank God
you’ve returned for good now,” she said, as she gazed
upon her son, with a beautiful look of pride in her eyes.
“You had hardly arrived before you took off again!
Where did you need to be so urgently that you couldn’t
rest for a while?”
“Ma-Ma, I met an old classmate of mine on the plane
- I haven’t seen him in almost eight years. He
graduated from a University in Brathe, and has now
been working there for a few years. He came home for
the holiday, so I shared his ride from the airport, and
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we headed to his house as soon as I had dropped off

my luggage.”
“Oh, that reminds me: I’m sorry for holding Samuel
this morning. He was supposed to come and pick you
up.”
“No problem Ma-Ma; I was not stranded. I joined Kalu
as soon as your numbers were unable to connect, and I
had not seen any of you at the lounge.”
“Dino, finish this. You know how smooth I like it.”
“Yes, Ma, I go do am well,” Dino said with good cheer
on his face.
“Let’s leave this heat and sit down somewhere cool,”
Madam said.
David poured himself a glass of water, and picked
three garden eggs from the basket of fruits on the
kitchen counter, before heading to the door which led
to the sitting room.
“Hmmm, I miss this,” he said, after the first bite.
“Kalu, you said?”
“Yes, Ma-Ma.”
“How is he? Who is he?” Madam asked her son, as
soon as they got seated.”
“Kalu’s father was our Agric teacher when we were in
school. He taught us Agriculture throughout junior
secondary school.”
Madam appeared amused. “Agric teacher?” she

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exclaimed. “How was a teacher able to fund his child’s

education in a foreign school? Is his mother rich?”
David chuckled. “Well, Ma-Ma, he stopped being an
Agric teacher years ago. Kalu said his father’s friend
headed an agency - I have forgotten the particular
agency he mentioned - and he appointed Kalu’s father
as a member of the National Manure Breed Initiative.”
“Oh, example I understand. I know Manure Breed
Initiative; rumour has it that they sell manure meant
for local farmers to Togolese farmers, who pay
handsomely for it, leaving our farmers scrambling for
very little.”
“God, Ma-Ma, that is so wrong! So, Togolese farmers
harvest more yield, with the help of our manure, while
our farmers record low yield, little profit with less food
for our people to feed on? How selfish can some
people be?”
“My son, that is how greed blinds our people. They
lose all sense of reasoning.”
“Things are really bad in this country. Do you know,
students from other nations shame Nigerian students,
whose means of financing their foreign education is
questionable?”
“Oh, that is bad. The greed of their parents is no
fault of theirs, even if they are benefactors - huge
benefactors, at that.”
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Madam paused for a second, with a shifty look in her

eyes. “So, what do you tell them your father does, to
finance your education abroad?”
“Ah, Daddy is a high-ranking civil servant. His
income comfortably financed my education.”
“Okay,” Madam said, the ambiguous look still in her
eyes.
David was ignorant of the real reason behind their
wealth. Unbeknownst to him, his father’s legitimate
earnings could barely cover an international flight
ticket.
Dino came in through the door, carrying two bowls of
water for washing hands.
“Ma-Ma, I noticed some changes on my way home.
That area leading into the estate has been cleared.
What happened?”
“Which area?”
“The swampy area, just after the flyover that leads
home.”
“Oh, that. They sold the place. The owners felt they
would make more money selling it off, than the small
money they made from the farmers cultivating
vegetables there. Besides, the place had become less
swampy over the years, making it more suitable for
other uses. It is even a woman that bought the land,
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Warehouses rake in more money than residential

rentals.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Did you notice the tree down the street is no longer
there?”
“Oh, that’s right. I noticed they had cleared that end;
it didn’t even occur to me that the tree was gone.”
“Ikenna’s family came over for a holiday, and his
wife complained that the tweeting of the birds nesting
on the tree disturbed her afternoon naps; the tree was
just in front of their compound, directly facing the
room she occupied. So, they cut the tree down;
shekina!
Can you imagine? Just because her father is a
brigadier.”
“Oh, that one!”
“Yes. Example tries not to offend her - you know,
with her father’s connection. Ikenna’s father retains his
contract with the Army every time it is up for renewal.”
“And the poor tree had to pay the price! Quite
unfortunate. Wait oh, I thought it was usually
daughters-in-law who make effort an to impress her
husband’s people, and not the other way round?”
“Well, now you know: the tables are turned if she is a
‘diamond daughter’ - that is what they are called. They
are unbearable, but they sure come with benefits, I
 YABAS

have heard.”
“Lot of changes, indeed.”
“Welcome, my dear.”
“Food is ready, thank God,” David said, as he headed
over to the dining table.
Meanwhile, Madam went into the kitchen to see if
Dino was dishing up a plate of soup worthy of a son
that had made his mother proud,
in so many examples.

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Ezinne Arua
About the Author
 Acknowledgements

The author would like to thank

The publishers and authors would like to thank Russell

Spencer, Matt Vidler, Susan Woodard, Leonard West,
Lianne Bailey Woodward and Laura Jayne Humphrey
for their work, without which this book would not have
been possible.
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