EJIMA
"Ekwensu racha onu gi (may the devil lick your mouth)."
Ejima cursed as her eyes considered the little boy who was no taller than the hoe in her hands. His dark skin was like loamy soil and the broad lips seemed to cover his entire face. Two white lines trailed down from his nose, a testimony of the phlegm he had failed to clean, which dried out eventually in the wind.
"Onukwube," Ejima stood akimbo, her white eyes were still considering the boy who had failed to meet her gaze. "How many times have I warned you and your brothers to stop calling me by my first name?"
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