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By Dr Wilson Orhiunu
(Babawilly)
The thunderstorm subsided and the doorbell rang. Omote announced to the household that Uncle Ono was at the door in a loud voice that betrayed her excitement. He was drenched. The household came out from their various hiding places all at once.
‘Migwo Uncle Ono’ said Rukevwe.
‘Vren do’ he replied. If he wasn’t so wet all his nieces and nephews would have been climbing all over him.
‘Omote, tell my brother to give you money for the taxi’ said Uncle Ono.
His sister-in-law Omoyibo walked in. ‘When will you buy a car eh?’
‘My darling sister- in- law. Still as beautiful as she was all those years back when I paid for her dowry’.
‘Migwo’ said Omoyibo.
‘Vren do’ replied Uncle Ono. He kissed her on both cheeks.
Chief Irikefe came out to his senior brother. ‘Migwo’ he greeted.
‘Vren’ said Ono. They shook hands. Omote was going out to the front door holding some money.
‘How much did you give her?’ Ono asked.
‘Enough for the journey from your house’ replied Tom.
‘I came from Ibadan’
‘Ibadan!’ everyone screamed in unison.
Omote was called back and rearmed with a bigger wad of notes. This was not the first time Ono had turned up unannounced and penniless. He came and went as he pleased. Sometimes staying for one week. At other times he stayed for months on end.
He had changed into something dry, having raided his brother’s wardrobe and sat with the family in the living room. A tastefully furnished room that never got used much.
The children loved Ono. They told him of what had been going on since he last came.
Most of what was said was news to Chief Tom Irikefe.
Little Efe ran to her room to produce her painting. The best in the class. Fejiro who was now ten spoke proudly of a race he won at school. Rukevwe who was 14 years asked him to choose for her between a career in law or accounting.
Eserovwe who was 16 years of age asked Uncle Ono to finally decide on where she would do her medicine. Dad wanted Nigeria, Mum wanted England and she wanted to go to South Africa.
Omote brought in drinks and hovered around refusing to go back to the kitchen. The cook came in to greet Uncle Ono but was still standing there five minutes later. Everyone wanted to hear what he had to say.
‘But Ibadan to Lekki, ah-ah’ said Tom.
‘Money is for spending. I was in Ibadan when I remembered. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world’ said Ono. He was puzzled by their blank stares. ‘Is today not the tenth of May? Your anniversary’.
‘How sweet. You mean you came all this way for our wedding anniversary?’ asked Omoyinbo. She stood you to give Ono a hug and one by one the four children followed.
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(Babawilly)
The thunderstorm subsided and the doorbell rang. Omote announced to the household that Uncle Ono was at the door in a loud voice that betrayed her excitement. He was drenched. The household came out from their various hiding places all at once.
‘Migwo Uncle Ono’ said Rukevwe.
‘Vren do’ he replied. If he wasn’t so wet all his nieces and nephews would have been climbing all over him.
‘Omote, tell my brother to give you money for the taxi’ said Uncle Ono.
His sister-in-law Omoyibo walked in. ‘When will you buy a car eh?’
‘My darling sister- in- law. Still as beautiful as she was all those years back when I paid for her dowry’.
‘Migwo’ said Omoyibo.
‘Vren do’ replied Uncle Ono. He kissed her on both cheeks.
Chief Irikefe came out to his senior brother. ‘Migwo’ he greeted.
‘Vren’ said Ono. They shook hands. Omote was going out to the front door holding some money.
‘How much did you give her?’ Ono asked.
‘Enough for the journey from your house’ replied Tom.
‘I came from Ibadan’
‘Ibadan!’ everyone screamed in unison.
Omote was called back and rearmed with a bigger wad of notes. This was not the first time Ono had turned up unannounced and penniless. He came and went as he pleased. Sometimes staying for one week. At other times he stayed for months on end.
He had changed into something dry, having raided his brother’s wardrobe and sat with the family in the living room. A tastefully furnished room that never got used much.
The children loved Ono. They told him of what had been going on since he last came.
Most of what was said was news to Chief Tom Irikefe.
Little Efe ran to her room to produce her painting. The best in the class. Fejiro who was now ten spoke proudly of a race he won at school. Rukevwe who was 14 years asked him to choose for her between a career in law or accounting.
Eserovwe who was 16 years of age asked Uncle Ono to finally decide on where she would do her medicine. Dad wanted Nigeria, Mum wanted England and she wanted to go to South Africa.
Omote brought in drinks and hovered around refusing to go back to the kitchen. The cook came in to greet Uncle Ono but was still standing there five minutes later. Everyone wanted to hear what he had to say.
‘But Ibadan to Lekki, ah-ah’ said Tom.
‘Money is for spending. I was in Ibadan when I remembered. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world’ said Ono. He was puzzled by their blank stares. ‘Is today not the tenth of May? Your anniversary’.
‘How sweet. You mean you came all this way for our wedding anniversary?’ asked Omoyinbo. She stood you to give Ono a hug and one by one the four children followed.
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