CURSES ARE LIKE CHICKEN

It had been sunny in the afternoon to the extent that the community wished there would be a respite and as fate would have it around fifteen minutes after three, the respite came. The weather made a dramatic change as a roaring sound erupted from nowhere and it began to grow louder until large drops of rain started to fall onto the parched earth. Cythera was expectant as she pounded yam for her husband. She planned to prepare vegetable soup with the pumpkin and deer meats he brought home the other evening. “I believe this would win his heart.” She pondered with a mischievous smile as she wiped the sweat from her brows. Her fifteen years old daughter Cynthia was busy pounding yam with her. The sound of the rain as it beats the roof of the kitchen sent shivers down her spine. She told her daughter to hurry up because Azar, her husband would soon arrive from his business place. Cynthia smiled at her mother and continued with what she was doing.