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| comment | | "parent_author":"",<br>"parent_permlink":"sankofa",<br>"author":"chinyerevivian",<br>"permlink":"lies-and-myths-told-to-us-as-children",<br>"title":"Lies And Myths Told To Us As Children",<br>"body":"![girl-486950_1280.jpg (https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmcqMJjnxQwKxbJczAzfZYJigSucrqGbmEsRExNPGWgCRf\/girl-486950_1280.jpg)\n\n*The day was 28th,<br> December. The place was my Aunt Adaugo's house. I was seven years old.*\n\nTen days earlier,<br> Papa,<br> Mama,<br> my brother,<br> Chima and I had travelled home for the Christmas celebrations. Home was the village. We had left Enugu by 6.AM,<br> so as not to get stuck in the heavy traffic caused by people also going to their different villages to spend time with their families,<br> and slowly made our way to Ifite Awka. I had only been to the village once,<br> shortly after I was born,<br> when they took me home for my father's people to see and name their first daughter. I had hoped that even though I was only a child then,<br> I would somehow recognise the single-laned untarred road that led to my father's house. But that wasn't the case. Chima and I pressed our noses against the side windows of the back seat and watched the strange,<br> but busy street of Ifite came to life in the morning sun,<br> as we drove to the house. Papa had told us to roll up the glasses to keep out the dusty harmattan wind. \n\n\nThe first thing I noticed after our arrival was how different everything was. Our previous Christmases were usually slow. We would go to morning Mass at St. Christopher\u2019s Cathedral,<br> Independent Layout. After that,<br> we would go home,<br> and because it was Christmas,<br> Papa would allow us to watch any channel we wanted on the TV while we waited for Mama to prepare the coconut rice and fried turkey. But here,<br> while we sat in the car and listened to Papa\u2019s response to people who walked over to say *nno* to us,<br> I noticed some children running around the church premises. I tapped Chima and pointed at a boy with a big balloon,<br> surrounded by eight boys of about the same age.\n\n\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll tell Papa to buy one for us,<br>\u201d he said. \n\n\n\nI shrugged. Papa never liked balloons. \u201cI don\u2019t want that thing blowing up on my face,<br>\u201d he would say. The only thing he allowed us to keep was ribbons,<br> which Mama would later use to tie my newly plaited hair when school resumed in January. But Chima never noticed anyway. He said the same thing every year. \n\n\n\nOn the night of the 27th,<br> Papa announced that we would be visiting our Aunt Adaugo. She was Papa\u2019s elder sister and she lived with her husband at Nnewi,<br> a town about forty minutes drive from Ifite. I liked her,<br> though I hadn\u2019t met her. I liked her throaty laughter and the easy way she said my name whenever she called Papa on the phone and demanded to speak to us. Chima said she sounded local,<br> but I didn\u2019t mind. He never seemed to like what I liked. \n\n\n\nWe picked up Papa-Nnukwu,<br> our grandfather,<br> on our way. He had told Papa that he wanted to go with us. We arrived at Nnewi at 11.AM. The small house was flanked by a tall fence and an equally tall red gate. Aunt Adaugo heard the sound of the car and told Nzube,<br> his first son to open the gate for us. We parked under an orange tree at the east side of the large compound.\n\n\n\n\u201c*Nno nu*,<br> welcome,<br>\u201d she said and ran to us.\n \n\n\nShe hugged Papa-Nnukwu first,<br> then Papa. \n\n\n\n\u201c*Nwunye m*,<br>\u201d she said before hugging Mama. She always called her my wife. Mama had explained that when a woman got married,<br> she didn\u2019t just marry her husband,<br> she married his family as well.\n\n\n\nShe carried Chima up,<br> laughed and dropped him.\n\n\n\n\u201cHe's looking more and more like you,<br> Ugo,<br>\u201d she said to Papa. \n\n\n\nShe then turned towards me. My heart was beating fast. I had expected to see an average woman,<br> someone a little like Mama. But the woman standing in front of me was tall and big. Her laughter had more ring than it did on the phone. \n\n\n\n\u201cAkunnaya,<br> you\u2019ve grown into a beautiful girl,<br>\u201d she said and hugged me so hard I almost choked. \n\n\n\nShe was the only person who called me by my native name. Back in Enugu,<br> it was Eunice. All the girls in St. Monica\u2019s Primary School went by their christened names. Here,<br> my native name sounded beautiful and I felt alive. Akunnaya \u2013 Her Father\u2019s Wealth. I always wondered if the father was Papa or God in heaven. \n\n\n\nShe served us white rice and *ofe akwu,<br>* a stew prepared from palm fruits by boiling them till they were very soft,<br> before they were mashed and the paste squeezed out with the help of warm water,<br> till only the shaft and uncracked kernels remained. Papa-Nnukwu beckoned at me and when I came,<br> slipped a piece of meat inside my mouth. Papa grunted in disapproval. Papa-Nnukwu patted my back and pushed the empty ceramic plate away. I picked it up and headed to the front of the house,<br> where I had earlier seen Nzube soak a plate inside a large bowl. Before I got to the front steps,<br> the plate slipped out of my hand and fell. I froze and waited for it.\n\n\n\n\u201cIt's that left hand of yours,<br>\u201d Papa was saying. \u201cAlways use your right hand,<br> you won\u2019t hear. I may have to cut if off for you.\u201d\n\n\n\n\u201cShe's a child,<br> she\u2019ll learn,<br>\u201d Papa-Nnukwu quipped. \n\n\n\n\u201cShe's left-handed? *Nwunye m*,<br> why didn\u2019t you tell me? That means she\u2019ll be a very rich woman,<br>\u201d Aunt Adaugo beamed. \n\n\n\nPapa snorted. \n\n\n\n\u201cSit down,<br> Akunnaya. I\u2019ll get some oranges for you. \n\n\n\nI sat and avoided Papa\u2019s eyes. She reappeared holding six oranges. She handed Chima and I,<br> one each,<br> after peeling the back. I began to peel the pith slowly with my nails,<br> using my right hand this time.\n\n\n\u201cCareful not to swallow the seeds,<br> or they\u2019ll germinate and grow in your stomach,<br>\u201d Papa-Nnukwu said. \n\n\n\nI looked up. Chima already had a slice in his mouth. \n\n\n\n\u201cHe swallowed the seeds before,<br>\u201d I said. \n\n\n\n\u201cReally,<br> when?\u201d\n\n\n\n\u201cBefore we came for Christmas.\u201d \n\n\n\n\u201cThat means the roots will soon burst his belly.\u201d \n\n\n\nI stared at Chima. He shrugged and continued to munch his orange. Mama chuckled. \n\n\n\nFor two years,<br> I waited and watched Chima's stomach. Nothing happened. \n\n\n\n*I\u2019m twenty-five now. I still glance at Chima\u2019s stomach whenever I remember Papa-Nnukwu's words,<br> only this time,<br> with a smile. I wish the left-hand myth were true. That way,<br> I would sleep all day while the money flowed in. 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