I didn’t know what was going on. But I knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t all good.

Mama Nkechi was holding Mama so tightly. Even though the big body of Mama would toss the skinny body of Mama Nkechi around, she persisted in holding mama from thrashing and kicking.

Our sitting room was so filled to the brim with people that it threatened to spill over.

The first time people thronged to our house was when Papa invited them for a celebration. They came and had their stomachs filled with the rice and Salad Mama and other women who came around had prepared.

That night, Papa told me and Ezinne my younger sister that our lives were taking a new leave. He told us that the government had called him up for a peace treaty. I couldn’t understand why Papa would have to hold a celebration when he was leaving —when he had planned to leave us behind to a different world altogether.

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