#Day17
In the land of Agbebe, there lived an old lady who lost everything she had during the war. She sat lonely outside her small hut which was all her husband people gave to her, after she lost her husband and only son. Before the war, Mrs Pepeye lived as a foreigner with her husband and son in the land of Ogunta.
Their village wasn’t attacked, so she had to go back to her husband village Agbebe. On the day she arrived, the whole compound became silent as she stepped in because they got the message. Traditionally, when something tragic happens in their land the person being affected is meant to be naked in other to deliver the message. The people began to cry, some women rushed in to get wrapper which signified the covering of shame.
As she sat outside her house, she wondered why they covered her saying, her shame is covered when they knew that the beginning of suffering and pain would start from that the day. “Was it her fault that her husband died in the war? she asked her self, if only they knew the pain she went through seeing her husband’s body on the street that fateful day.
Pepeye the witch, you’ve killed my Brother and now you are enjoying his wealth are you satisfied? Her neighbor cried out. “Is this wealth” she said to her self, I wish for death every morning I wake up. Oh death ! How wicked you are, you take those who don’t seek your face and leave those who cry out to you, you must be a sentimental demon.
Pepeye began to cry, her conscience began it’s disturbance again. You killed your husband and now people think it was the war, which is actually a mere coincidence. "I did not" she yelled out "it’s true I visited baba ogun but I told him not to", She wailed the more. Oh ! How I wished I didn't step my feet in that shrine, maybe I won’t be going through this pain. Pepye went into the house and I Kaltuma didn’t see her again. At least am fufilling her last wish written in her diary, “Tell my story”.
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