PART TWO
Ehis cleared his throat again.
‘Rukevwe,’ he said, plucking at his goatee.
‘You sabi say this year make am 40 years now when my mama born me.’
Ehis and Rukevwe preferred to speak pidgin English to each other.
‘Yes now,’ she replied. ‘I know say you don dey old, you no see as your bia bia don almost white finish?’
‘And,’ he continued, ignoring her taunt.
‘This year make am sis (six) years when we marry-‘
‘Talk wetin you wan talk Papa Efe,’ she said cutting him off.
She was an impatient woman and small talk annoyed her.
He knew that about her and that made it harder for him to say what he had to.
‘Ok,’ he replied but still he said nothing. He could see his wife had begun to move her right leg rhythmically. It was her way of asking one to hurry up.
Ehis needed to buy himself more time.
He got up and went to bolt the mosquito net that was attached to the door.
They had it installed the previous week because Efe had suffered her third case of malaria in just two months.
The chemist doctor had advised it but the carpenter, Jossy had not done a good job as there was still a gap between the door frame and that of the net.
Mosquitoes were still making their way in and Rukevwe had resumed flitting the room with insecticide.
He came back presently to reclaim the seat he just vacated.
‘Na me be the only boy wey my mama born, Rukevwe.
She suffer because of that no be for small.’
Rukevwe stopped mid step, she was on her way back to her sewing because it was obvious he just wanted to waste her time. But something about him was beginning to worry her.
She walked back to him and placed her right palm on his forehead to feel his temperature.
‘Ehis, your body dey hot?’ She asked as she did so.
‘No.’ He said brushing her hand off.
‘Why you dey ass?’ (ask)
‘E be like you don cash (catch) Efe malaria oh. This one wey you dey talk like this. I don dey fear o.’
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Ehis sighed in relief.
‘Na who be that? Who dey come person house for night?’ Shouted Rukevwe. She went to peer into the dark passageway through the small sitting room window.
She could make out a form, that of a huge person.
‘Open the door for am,’ said Ehis. ‘Na Alero.’
She did not know he had come to stand behind her.
‘How you take know say na her?’ She asked him.
He was spared from answering by a loud bang on the door.
‘Shuo, make una open the door jo,’ shouted the visitor.
‘Abi una don sleep?’
It was Alero indeed.
Rukevwe’s heart sank.
Alero was the oldest of Ehis sisters and the very last person she wanted to see.
She went reluctantly to open the door.
She wasn’t even done turning the key when Alero barged in hissing like a rattlesnake whose tail had just been caught in a trap.
‘For why una no open door since wey I dey knock?
Abi una no hear?
Dis na my brother house, anybody wey no want make I come my brother house na dat person go comot oh.’
She stormed into the room with her bag and flung it on the sofa.
Then took her seat beside her brother. The scowl on her face would put an angry chimpanzee to shame.
‘Sister, welcome o. How road?’ asked Ehis beaming widely.
Suddenly he was looking more comfortable than he had been all evening.
‘The road dey as e dey,’ she replied after a pause, then permitted herself a little smile that she aimed only at her brother. ‘You don tell am?’
Rukevwe stood by the door watching the exchange between her husband and his sister.
She had resigned her fate.
It really was unfortunate that Alero chose to visit them today of all days, when she had work to do.
The worse was that she and Alero never got along at all.
Rukevwe thought her the most obnoxious of all Ehis’s sisters.
She had tried when she was newly married to befriend her but all she got were snubs, disregard and frank hostility.
She had stopped trying since, and made sure to avoid her as much as she could.
They had started off on the wrong footing tonight because her welcome greetings had already been ignored by Alero.
She knew the pattern. She was just going to be ignored the whole night.
‘Welcome sister,’ she said, a fake smile plastered across her face.
‘Make I go bring food.’
Alero did not answer, which did not surprise her.
She glanced at her husband.
He was pretending not to notice. She thought he was too afraid of his big sister to do anything anyway and so turned away to go get the food.
‘Where you dey go?’ barked Alero. Her voice was a booming baritone,a man’s voice, a manly man’s.
Rukevwe often said to her friends and family that Alero’s husband who was hard of hearing must have developed his ailment from years of hearing his wife bicker and nag.
‘Come siddon,’ Alero boomed.
‘Na because of you I enter road come this night so.
If my brother dey fear you, Me, Alero Oghenetega nee Akpokighe, I no dey fear anybody.