This Flash fiction would be published in the second issue of Ebedi Review.
First, the old mothers who had swept her out, swept her in and led her into a dark corner with a shimmering lamp suspended in a wooden joist, stripped her naked, incised an hyphen on an half of her virginal before using her own tears to stick off thick dints of blood to a thick ivory-immaculate scarf. She wept. They frowned their faces…
The lady with thin wool-plaits scattering as hays in the breeze checks her wrist watch. 3:55pm! An hour and five seconds! Fiam! she swerves off GFF-New Road to Miliki street and the thought greeted her. The thought of stares and gossips. She stops slowly with a frown.
For the first time in an hour trek from Effium market she feels the cramps from the hyphen, and snuffles the grimes of her own armpits.
She clutches her own heart with the conclusion.
She meets chubby mothers sitting on a pavement. They unravel locked tresses of a dada girl but stop slowly, the girl glances at her once and turns to the women staring at her with a frown.
She seems to feel for her and overly different from the barbaric old mothers who swept her footprints off her husband’s home with jibes, from the grubby elders who sent her out to get a jet fowl for the pacification of injured goddesses for sleeping with a man who’s not her husband.
She realizes she’s the only one who understands what went wrong; that she was drugged with a syringe by Tuvebu, that she never spread her thighs apart for that womanizer.
She was doubted by all. If not for the little love left in the heart of Jopaz. He begged the elders to accept her back.
First, the old mothers who had swept her out, swept her in and led her into a dark corner with a shimmering lamp suspended in a wooden joist, stripped her naked, incised an hyphen on an half of her virginal before using her own tears to stick off thick dints of blood to a thick ivory-immaculate scarf. She wept. They frowned their faces. They dropped the scarf before the elders. The elders sent for her few minutes later. She wobbled out. They asked for her fowl. She staggered with tears for the fowl which they rejected. It’s white and they expected a perfect jet. They gave her time to get the jet fowl. Three hours or the goddesses gathering would go back to their caves. She wobbled out of sight crying, blood trailing her, cursing Tuvebu for raping her and loathing the world for not understanding.
Her conclusion for the stares and gossips and glances is ‘they don’t understand ignore them’. She ignores the women, waves to the Dada girl who waves back with a jovial smile and scurries out of sight, pains underneath her thighs subsiding.
The sudden cackle of the jet fowl wake the elders. They ask her to kneel down in front of the calabash of the fowl’s blood. She repeated after the eldest elder. ‘ the goddess of fertility, elders of the tribe, my husband. I acknowledged my abomination and kneel to say I feel sorry for my atrocity. Please the mentioned names should forgive me’.
After, she stands up crying out loud.