She stared into the space, without looking at any thing in particular. Her eyes had form a hallow in both sockets. The track of her previous cry smeared across her jaw. She was a shadow of her old self..
She could not, come to believe, that of a truth that she, Asoma is an orphan. Life has a way of playing tricks on humans. It's has a way of dishing out a tank load of troubles to men, even when it knew fully well that they cannot handle them.
If Asoma, should curse the day she was given birth to, she would not really be blamed, or better still the day death drove by at her home and snartched away from her, her lovely parents in broad day light. It would never be ereased in her whole life, not to take of the entire village of umuoma and it's evirons.
It was tragdic. One could sight, Men and women shrugged in disbelief, as they move in pairs and groups along the path leading emekwe's homestand, to acertain what they termed a rumour. But it was true, emekwe and his wife udara nma died the previous night.
No one could tell exactly what went wrong with the couple."Chiee! Is this how one dies?"a woman among the sympathisers exclaimed."I saw udara yesterday evening while she was coming back from Orie market. She was full of life. She said in bewilderment "We both went to orie egbu together, but she left before me", another woman cried, she appeared to be close to udara."So Udara nma, this is how you wish to end it?"She utter as though udara was next to her."Ugegbe etiwala n'ike"hmmm! Meaning the mirror has broken, she shrugged her shoulder"
At a corner was nnado, the best friend to emekwe, sobbing unconsolably. It was said the man cries in his heart, but nnado could not held back, his tears."Ewooo!"" Onwu i mee aru oo oo he shouted at the top of his tone."Emekwe you should have told me to get prepared that the journey is set,"So you decieved me? Eme you are not dead ooo he said courageously."Was the wine we drank yesterday, you feast of your farewell? But suddenly an uncontrolled tears dazzled that dauntless strength he projected. "You should've taken me along eme"as he fondly calls him. "Be a man nnado, when you cry this way, what do you expect from the women ?" Or still the daughter your friend left behind what becomes of her?"At the mention of this , it occoured to all present that emekwe have a daughter and all was after the dead.
However, none seems to know her where about since that morning. At once, eyes were scanning through out the over crowed compound, filled with sympathizers. Asoma was still in her position at corner of her mother's hut, staring steadily, unable to utter a word. To cry out aloud was a fruitless, But tears was running endlessly untamed. If the eyes could be tired of crying out tears, it would have ceased to flow from Asoma's tarnted and submerged eyes. However, the eyes had no other job.
Asoma had gone beyond, saw but she conquered. She was barely Ten years old going through the traumar of losing both parents.
As people watched the helpless child cried her eyes red, they could not help but let out cries in unism. The more Asoma recalled the painful death of her parents she shook vehemently in shock and stream like tears surge effortlessly from her roiting skull, which is processing a huge bulk of data at same time.