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|Re: The Village Girl by Frankenstein: 10:37am On Sep 15, 2014|
|Re: The Village Girl by stormybucci(m): 12:15pm On Sep 15, 2014|
PrinceAdepoju:me thanking u for d warming welcome nd i promising 2 seting dis place on firing
|Re: The Village Girl by PrinceAdepoju(m): 12:27pm On Sep 15, 2014|
DanWrites:don't minds me, boss.
that's the least I could spoking
|Re: The Village Girl by PrinceAdepoju(m): 12:34pm On Sep 15, 2014|
stormybucci: me thanking u for d warming welcome nd i promising 2 seting dis place on firingah! be careful of firing ooo, because killer-killer of firing no dey nairaland oo.
Just keeps your mouths shutting and following the story cooly.
@ToriEmManson, you think say I no understand all of una language abi?
Okay, C.O. N. T. I. N. U. U oo
|Re: The Village Girl by Aipete2(f): 6:23pm On Sep 15, 2014|
Richard z nt d father of that baby n stella z deeply in love with her boss
|Re: The Village Girl by Nobody: 9:32pm On Sep 15, 2014|
PrinceAdepoju: ah! be careful of firing ooo, because killer-killer of firing no dey nairaland oo.Whethersa yousu undersastandsa orso notso itsa gusud tising toso mboson ibisibioso... Luving dz xtowi
|Re: The Village Girl by stormybucci(m): 8:02am On Sep 16, 2014|
ToriEmManson: Whethersa yousu undersastandsa orso notso itsa gusud tising toso mboson ibisibioso... Luving dz xtowinw dis is gibberish
|Re: The Village Girl by stormybucci(m): 8:04am On Sep 16, 2014|
PrinceAdepoju: ah! be careful of firing ooo, because killer-killer of firing no dey nairaland oo.k i'll shutting my mouths
|Re: The Village Girl by Nobody: 10:34am On Sep 16, 2014|
stormybucci: nw dis is gibberishHahahahahahaha...its gibberish wen written only...hahahahahahaha...jst wait until u hear d 's' language spoken...lolz
|Re: The Village Girl by stormybucci(m): 4:04pm On Sep 16, 2014|
ToriEmManson: Hahahahahahaha...its gibberish wen written only...hahahahahahaha...jst wait until u hear d 's' language spoken...lolzd "s" language?? oya speak it lemmeme hear asap!!
|Re: The Village Girl by PrinceAdepoju(m): 4:09pm On Sep 16, 2014|
ToriEmManson: Whethersa yousu undersastandsa orso notso itsa gusud tising toso mboson ibisibioso... Luving dz xtowiI don't understand those though
|Re: The Village Girl by PrinceAdepoju(m): 4:09pm On Sep 16, 2014|
stormybucci: k i'll shutting my mouthsgooding!!
|Re: The Village Girl by PrinceAdepoju(m): 4:11pm On Sep 16, 2014|
stormybucci: d "s" language?? oya speak it lemmeme hear asap!!you wan hear for nairaland?
Boss me, oya let's continue
|Re: The Village Girl by stormybucci(m): 4:25pm On Sep 16, 2014|
PrinceAdepoju: you wan hear for nairaland?what is my ear 4?? shebi u sabi d language?? oya speak am 4 me make i hear
|Re: The Village Girl by edogho(m): 12:07pm On Sep 17, 2014|
stormybucci: what is my ear 4?? shebi u sabi d language?? oya speak am 4 me make i hearos cof, ur ear's there to hear only...buh on nairaland? can't remember nl having a voice.... ok let me stop here. hope u get what prince meant now?
|Re: The Village Girl by stormybucci(m): 2:35pm On Sep 17, 2014|
edogho: os cof, ur ear's there to hear only...buh on nairaland? can't remember nl having a voice.... ok let me stop here. hope u get what prince meant now?i know but i wanna hear it even if it's on nairaland or is dat 2much 2 ask??
|Re: The Village Girl by edogho(m): 3:27pm On Sep 17, 2014|
stormybucci: i know but i wanna hear it even if it's on nairaland or is dat 2much 2 ask??question for the gods. princeadepoju!!! u better consult d nearest dibia o, mi guy stormy here, needs answers..
|Re: The Village Girl by stormybucci(m): 3:40pm On Sep 17, 2014|
edogho: question for the gods. princeadepoju!!! u better consult d nearest dibia o, mi guy stormy here, needs answers..beningho, i go beat u ooo... mtcheew "pokenoser"
|Re: The Village Girl by Frankenstein: 3:44pm On Sep 17, 2014|
Two days gone still no update.
|Re: The Village Girl by DanWrites(m): 11:00pm On Sep 17, 2014|
She started noticing the signs some days ago; the new change to her flow, a milky difference, slight and strange, the unusual tenderness of her breasts and the new sensation at her nipple area.
And there was the killing fatigue. She would barely get by an hour without feeling like dropping down on whatever soft, stretch her legs and sleep.
Things were still normal enough with the changes though...till the onset of the morning sickness. That was when Onyiudo Ekemma, her mother, confirmed her suspicion and she reacted.
She watched her that morning till the loud retching sounds stopped.
She spat and took a cup of water from the tall metal drum. Her eyes were all teary as she drank a bit of water, gurgled and threw it out. She was on a repeat when she heard her mother's voice.
'Bia, Nwamma, come here!'
Her heart pounded as she dragged towards her.
Onyiudo Ekemma stared at her with near disgust, like someone with an unsightly boil on her face.
She touched her face, pressed down the skin area around her eyes and jerked her face to a face.
She yelped, slamming her palms together. 'It has finally happened! My enemies have tried me and gotten me!'
She examined her daughter's face again. She clapped again. 'Ewoo! This girl has finally done it! Hey! Finally she has brought shame to me!'
Her younger brother came out then. He asked their mother what the problem was but Onyiudo Ekemma shoved him aside and picked one of her rubber flip-flops. 'Foolish girl! Tell me who is responsible!'
The slapping sounds of flexible plastic burst in the air, peppered with loud screams of pain.
Onyiudo Ekemma was unrelenting. 'Tell me now! Tell me the he-goat you opened your legs for! Tell me!'
Pa pa pa pa, went the slaps on her back, shoulder, buttocks, anywhere that seemed possible now.
She held her firm with one hand so that running off was not an option.
Finally she was able to and she ran deep down the small bush bordering their compound. She stood under the avocado tree and tried to breathe.
Onyiudo Ekemma was unrelenting still. 'Your bags are outside!'
Her screaming voice was followed by jingling sounds of materials thrown off carelessly. 'Go to the man that has impregnated you! You can't live with that shame in my house!'
Her voice lowered. 'Mbanu, no! It can never happen. I did not bring shame to my mother so why would my own be different.'
'Mama, what is--'
'Bia nwokem, run inside now before I descend on you!'
The young boy quietly went inside.
Onyiude Ekemma cursed some more before she entered her room and dressed up for the market.
She didn't talk with her fellow traders at the market and even shouted at her customers.
'Go! If you don't want to buy go! Do you not know what is happening in the North right now? Do you think we cultivate onions? Did I cultivate the onions myself?'
The people that knew her before, her sprightly attitude and refreshing perkiness, were amazed.
|Re: The Village Girl by labaski(f): 9:08am On Sep 18, 2014|
eehya... o ma se ooo.. SMH..
|Re: The Village Girl by Aipete2(f): 9:29am On Sep 18, 2014|
Am waiting sha oh
|Re: The Village Girl by moseph(f): 8:27pm On Sep 18, 2014|
This story is simply amazing.
|Re: The Village Girl by anasbeaut(f): 11:36pm On Sep 18, 2014|
This is an awesome piece
|Re: The Village Girl by DanWrites(m): 8:47am On Sep 19, 2014|
Thanks, guys. Next update coming later up.
|Re: The Village Girl by labaski(f): 9:10am On Sep 19, 2014|
ok.. i dey here dey wait u.
|Re: The Village Girl by jaymomma(f): 5:11pm On Sep 19, 2014|
Ayam following nna
|Re: The Village Girl by DanWrites(m): 12:02am On Sep 20, 2014|
She slept under the avocado tree that night.
At some point her younger brother, after he'd brought her things and sneaked her some jollof rice wrapped in a plastic bag, told her to now come inside that their mother had slept.
They gathered her things quietly and with one careful step after another, they crept toward the house.
Like a ghost, the night-darkened image of Onyiudo Ekemma appeared before them at the veranda, momentarily stopping their hearts.
She called the boy 'nwoke obioma', held him tightly by the hand and pushed him through the corridor.
She turned up the lantern in her left hand. Mma's teary eyes glistened in the yellow glow. 'Mama, biko, please forgive me,' she said.
Onyiudo Ekemma stared at her with an expression close to what's expected of someone addressing a thief, one caught in the act of shameful and petty stealing.
'Mama? Please, bikozienu.'
'Bia, nwata, disappear from this place before I kill you here and kill myself!'
Later that evening, she told her fellow women during their Ezinne meeting that the devil had finally penetrated her house, using her daughter as a tool. They hissed, hummed and sighed, consoling her.
In the morning, Nwa-amulu-na-mma wiped dust off her long gown and walked to Nkechi's shop. She hadn't opened so she sat on the paved space before the shop door and waited.
Soon Nkechi's round figure appeared on the wide ebe-ato road. Her long-roped recharge card bag was slung across her like a pageantry sash.
She walked slowly, twisting this way and that in her peculiar duck-like gait. She hummed to Onyeka Onwenu's 'Onye Ihem na Ewe Iwe' while popping sounds made by chewable gum burst out from her mouth once in a while.
Mma rose and waited, all the while wishing she could throw some sort of magical rope round her big waist and yank her to the front of the shop.
'Good morning,' she greeted as Nkechi finally arrived.
'Morning, Nwamma.' She shot her a suspicious look, still humming and popping gum. 'This one you are here so early, hope there is no problem.'
Mma shook her head. 'No problem. I just want to make a call.'
Now Nkechi stopped humming. 'You want to make a call?'
She nodded. 'Yes.'
'To who? Who do you know that you want to call?'
Mma scowled at her. 'Do you not make calls again or has Echezona collected his phone back?'
Nkechi's face changed suddenly, from condecending to defensive. 'The phone is now mine. Whatever that is given in dating goes with the dating.'
'Anugo m, can I make the call now?'
'Won't I sweep my shop?'
'No, it's urgent.'
She gave her a slow look before she started to open her bag.
She brought out a big Nokia phone. 'Call the number.'
Mma carefully unfolded the paper she'd written down his number on.
She'd protested when he told her to have it, to call him whenever she needed anything. 'But I don't having a phone to call you, Sir,' she'd said to him.
He told her she could use a public center and promised to get her a phone on his next visit.
'Ok, calling the number, Sir,' she finally said to him.
'Won't you write it down somewhere?'
'Calling it. I writing it in my head.'
He looked at her, first in surprise and then defeat.
She got home and wrapped the N10,000 he'd given her in a plastic bag. She tore out a paper and wrote down the numbers.
As Nkechi entered the digits, her face fully focused like one working with a delicate stock analysis software, Mma felt an urge to grab her and shake her to activity.
'Take, it's ringing now.'
She took the phone from Nkechi. It felt heavy, not like Nnanna's when he'd given it to her to look at. 'Ha, NK, this your phone heaving o, it using Tiger battery?'
Nkechi hissed and told her in Igbo that 'her money has started counting.'
'Don't worry, I having money,' she replied her in English. 'I --' A male voice came from the phone, taking away her attention.
'Yes. Halo to you too.'
'Is me, Nwa-amulu-na-mma.'
'Yes, Mma, yes.'
Her voice was loud and Nkechi stared at her with the amused face people used to watch village people displaying.
Mma's face dulled. 'I having serious thing to tell you now o.'
'Reallys very serious o.'
She turned her eyes and saw Nkechi staring. She waved. 'Go and sweeping your shop now! Abi you wanting to entering inside the phone?'
Back to the phone. 'No, no minding her. Is one village girl doing call in Ebe-ato. I using her phone to call you.'
Her already high voice went even higher. 'Ehe, shebi you saying you buying me phone and I not having seen the phone o.'
A small pause and a large smile popped out of her face. 'Oh, reallys? You buying me the phone next week?'
She looked at Nkechi, now bent over with a broom, to be sure she'd heard. It appeared she did but pretending she hadn't with her absolute concentration in the sweeping.
Another small pause and a sudden seriousness came over Mma's face again.
She moved further aside and when she talked again, her voice went significantly lower.
'Yes. Very serious problem o.'
'Mama--' She looked at Nkechi. She was humming as she gathered the rubbish of leaves and used recharge cards together.
Mma moved further away, closer to the mango tree near the edge of the road.
'Mama chasing me out of the house o. I even sleeping in the bush last night.'
'Ha! I telling you the truth o.'
'I thinking I'm pregnant.'
A long pause.
'Nnanna, you hearing me?'
She appeared surprised at herself with the smoothness with which she called him by his first name. Things have changed. She was now carrying his child. Might be.
'I not very sure yet but everything looking it. Everything.'
'No. Very far, I not sleeping in the bush till next week. Telling me your address and I will coming myself.'
'Ha, see you! You not knowing I have going to Onitsha before to looking for Okechukwu?'
'Lagos and Onitsha, which is big pass?'
'Is lie. Aunty Rosa saying Onitsha is biggest city in African.'
She ended the call with 'Ok. I leaving first thing tomorrow morning.'
Nkechi told her her call was 5 minutes.
She handed her a crisp N500 note. 'Giving me my change fast fast.'
|Re: The Village Girl by Frosti(m): 12:40am On Sep 20, 2014|
Danwrites, I must commend your writing prowess. I can vividly imagine each scene and characters in my mind. The descriptions are very apt and concise. Please don't stop, we are solidly with you.
|Re: The Village Girl by labaski(f): 12:44am On Sep 20, 2014|
this update is quite funny..wat with ha use of grammar.. weldone Dan..
|Re: The Village Girl by obasegun88(m): 7:27am On Sep 20, 2014|
Nice story-line, good work; but lacking continuity like many of nolly-movie. How come Mma got pregnant when she seemingly not have sex with Nnanna. After she slapped him angrily, your story-line does not any immorality between them.
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|Re: The Village Girl by DanWrites(m): 7:56am On Sep 20, 2014|
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