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ORIGIN - Chapter Twenty-three
Ibekwe raised a finger, which he pointed at Ofu, who was sitting in front of his compound with Ihuoma.
“Ibekwe, the son of the last prophecy,” Ofu said as he sighted Ibekwe coming from afar.
“Good evening, grandfather and grandmother,” Ibekwe greeted.
“How are you?” Ihuoma asked.
“I am doing fine.”
“Where is your father?’
“He is almost here.”
Nwaka walked sluggishly with his wife, Ezinne, by his side. She was as pretty as his mother, Ihuoma. The idealness of both women had often been debated by him and Ofu. They had constantly refused to accept that one was better than the other.
“Good evening, father. Good evening mother,” Ezinne said.
The scarf that she had tied around her head shot out as she bent to greet them.
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