Chiekwekwe, the story of a goat - 3 by Ego Ideba

Ufonwa would often invest the proceeds of his business in our food supplies. Problem was, he bought only one type of food: beans and plantain. Once, he bought a large bunch of plantain, being very high on himself for this accomplishment. I had to scale down this highness by explaining that it was the bland variety used for fufu; it was not suitable for frying or beans and plantain. We still engaged the plantain in both gustatory avocations and everybody, including Chiekwekwe enjoyed it. Ufonwa swept our compound every morning with long brooms, popularly called okokpa , whose spidery bristles were as thin his limbs. He did this with dutiful devotion; only, I lost my patience the days he gave himself extra sleep and reported late at this duty!
He was the quintessential first son, having much honor and integrity. This did not prevent him from failing many an old woman who had paid him to clear their farms. I knew countless of them who came to plead with him to complete his work on their farms. What was funny was how this women made their case. They would come calling, calling to see only Ufonwa, bypassing mother whose only business with them , was the pleasantries they exchanged. It was the most advertised secrecy; matter was quickly settled in a hush hush manner with the aggrieved carrying on like there was nothing wrong at all . Ufonwa together with Buzo and my cousins, stole mangoes from the villagers— proceeds they shared with me.There were stories of shit baths from these expeditions. I happened on the sordid tales by accident!
There was Cyril whom we called Silili.This misappropriated form was handed down to us by older cousins— having inherited it from our grandmother and other elderly relatives.I got to know it was Cyril just five years ago. Cyril was a baker, a celebrated bread cooker, for so did my village people address him— Silili ,the bread cooker! 
I guess calling him a baker would elevate him out of Umuzu, my village. Imagine having something out of the Oxford dictionary on (not in ) my village. Chiekwekwe was Silili's scourge. He gave the man more heart attacks than the vicissitudes of hard life did.

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